Among thousands of girls, she is as ordinary as a star falling in the dust. Just like the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley, it sprouts buds in spring and turns yellow in autumn. It never has a thrilling posture, but it weaves the morning and evening into its annual rings - the lines are light, but stroke by stroke, it coherently circles the whole life.
First love is an unripe green apple on the branch. The sourness of biting it can make you frown, but the astringency remains in your memory for many years; the person you meet later is astonishing when you first meet, like the light hitting the bottom of your eyes. But after a long time, you find that he is the warm boiled water on the desk. It no longer has the dazzling look when you first met, but when you hand it to your hand every morning, it will always be the warmth that just warms your heart.
I only wish you to be happy every year and be victorious every year.
