Wind Through Trees
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I don't care about any of this. No matter whether I was arranged to be placed in the corner of the classroom or asked to be welcomed by my classmates, I didn't have any thoughts. I just felt hypocritical. All I can think about now is her face, her voice repeating my words, her laughter like silver bells, and her joyful joy when the prank is successful. What was she like at that time? Her long black hair, slightly shorter than it is now, always carries the scent of shampoo sold in convenience stores. There is a pimple on her forehead, which she shyly hides behind her bangs. Then where? She has a tall nose and bright eyes, with a beauty mark in the corner of her left eye. Her earlobes are round, and she speaks arrogantly when she is right. She likes to stare into people's eyes, and her little mouth is slightly pouted. When he lied, his eyes were very misty, and he tried hard to hide his cuteness. Where next? I can still recall some details, except that there was a dimple on the left side of my face, and my smile was still very shallow at that time. The lower teeth, the second from the right, are not quite aligned. I always like to take off my hairpins and play with them in my hands, arranging my hair again and again. I like to repeat what others say by imitating their tone of voice. I remember it was the whole summer and autumn, 142 days, the time I knew her. I often walk with her in the park, walking around the artificial lake and watching the lake follow the river and flow into the distance. The lake is connected to the Huaihe River, and I had a long dream here. In the dream, there was always a forest, a locust forest, with a few ginkgo trees. When I woke up, I leaned against the locust tree. At that time, I was in love, my first love.
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