(Campus➕Current words➕Secret love➕Youth sweet pet)
The winter in Echeng, Guangdong is filled with unusual warmth, and the cherry blossoms at the municipal middle school are still in full bloom in September.
The glass curtain wall of the teaching building reflects the light pink petals, as if spring is hidden in winter.
Thirteen-year-old Baguio Shuang ran through the school gate to the sound of the auditorium bell, and the monsoon wind of 23 degrees north latitude rolled up the skirt of her dark blue school uniform.
At the intersection of light and shadow at the corner, I bumped into 13-year-old Ye Lanchen who was holding a sketchbook.
The girl's empty hands instinctively grabbed the air, and the tips of her hair swept across the sketchbook in the boy's arms.
Dozens of pieces of white paper fly like doves
When the boy leaned over, his hanging forehead hair swept over the top of the girl's hair, and between the fluffy hair strands
The golden light spots cut by the window lattice floated in the amber pupils.
This is how they write their youthful years
