The wind blew through the park, carrying the fragrance of gardenias, blowing through the branches and leaves of the old sycamore tree, blowing through six tombstones, and blowing past the old things in the memorial hall, as if telling a long and sad story.
The wind carrying the fragrance of gardenia will continue to blow, blowing through summer after summer, blowing farther away, telling everyone that there were once five boys and girls who loved, laughed, and struggled under the sunshine of Wutong Lane. Their youth, although short-lived, was always bright.
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