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What we should admire is "the clash of swords," not "romantic moments under the moon."

     Flowers bloom and wither, spring goes and autumn comes; perhaps the most fleeting thing in this world is time.

    Momo quietly passed through her first year of high school, and before she knew it, her second year arrived, and life gradually became busier. Occasionally, Momo could be seen hurrying past hand-in-hand with her classmates on campus. (Seeing her like this always makes me happy for her.) Habits are not impossible to change; it just depends on whether she's willing to change. Once a habit is changed, it becomes natural. I think Momo has changed.

    In the midst of all the days that should have been filled with hard work and progress, occasional little episodes would emerge, catching the attention and stirring the longings of naive teenagers. Whenever couples were seen together in class, the whole class would gossip. After all, at this age, this was still considered "puppy love," something that parents and teachers opposed and dreaded. Despite this, countless young people still fell deeply into it, and a "love craze" swept through the school in secret. Time followed at its own unhurried pace, and her understanding of love remained lukewarm. Even though she had felt envy and anticipation, for her exceptionally rational self, love was just a game: play it or lose it. She always dismissed it with disdain. As the saying goes, love arises without warning, and deepens with each passing moment; alas, even the most beautiful love cannot withstand the passage of time.

    She once said: She never deliberately seeks love. She believes in fate; what belongs to her will come to her no matter how far away. There's no point in fighting for it. So, she waits for her love, living her princess dream in her castle.

    Life, in the end, is a series of encounters—sometimes surprising, sometimes enriching, sometimes unknown. Why pursue so-called romance under the guise of "swords and shadows"?

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