County literature, maybe a little bit of youth pain
Lightning Protection: First Person Diary Form, Lily
In mid-August 2009, that was the first time I saw you. You were selling pears at the morning market.
Maybe you are just a little girl and there are not many people coming and going in front of your stall.
The temperature is not high in the early morning of August in the northwest. You are wearing a green jacket and sitting in front of the stall, teasing the little local dogs that the stall owner next door sells in piles.
I had just entered middle school at that time, and when I got up early during the holidays, I was just bored. When I passed by your stall, I saw you smiling happily, and I felt inexplicably better.
By the way, I also bought two kilograms of pears from your stall. They were so sour.
Later, I went to the morning market to look for your stall, and it turned out that you, a profiteer, knew about the pear acid you were selling!
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March 16, 2011, I never thought it would be the last time we see each other
Concept: County girls are working hard