Youth has arrived, and the youth is not yet full. If you meet someone who is so amazing when you are young, if you do it again, you will still chase the light like a moth to a flame.
Those 18-year-old memories, the person who occupied the bottom of my heart, the passing but often mentioned heartbeat, the old window frames in the classroom always cut the sunlight into neat shapes, Lin Xingyue raised her hand to count the number of shadows, Lu Chen's pen tip was on the light yellow grass There was rustling on the manuscript paper. I can't remember how many summers there were like this. Endless math problems and endless ancient poems were memorized on the desk. The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly. Every time Lin Xingyue pretended to peek inadvertently, her heartbeat would skip half a beat.
The leaves outside the window fell on the exercise book, and the stars and the moon met the sun.
Even if I end up with bruises all over my body, it is not a pity to have a heat wave for 7 years.
Those love and hate, laughter and tears, right and wrong, teach us not only farewell, but also a saying that life is best to be full.
Intention: I want both love and bread
