My 21-Year-Old School Girl

It is lingering, recalling the past events of life, sitting in the words, writing for you, thinking about memories, passing through the years, time has passed, but you stubbornly refused to leave in the lines of time, waiting for you, the appearance has become old, the beauty has faded, hand in hand to watch the sunset, the mandarin ducks share the beauty of each other. If you don't come, how will he grow old? Looking back suddenly, those fragments of the past are still as heavy as lead, suffocating. The yellowed photos, how many wrinkles are woven into the annual rings, the hardships of starting a business, struggling for youth, and studying hard for love, it is the loneliness that no one shares but is proud of. Time goes by, no matter how hard you catch up, it is already ruthless and will be lost in the cycle of time. In this life, you will awaken the love in my heart, and I will find the love in your heart, hold hands and walk into the palace of happiness in the dream, and be my most beautiful bride. It seems like yesterday, echoing in my heart, lingering on my fingertips, composing a song of lingering love, densely remembering with the words of a season of empty branches and fallen leaves, every little bit that I once understood. . . ... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.