Later, she often thought that if the sycamore leaves fell slower that year, it would be too late to say some words.
It's a pity that the phoenix trees outside the classroom window never wait for anyone.
It is only responsible for growing its leaves and dropping its leaves.
Watch the young man hold the sentence on the tip of his tongue again and again, and finally swallow it back.
Watching the girl quietly move the chair away, she regretted it for a long time.
They never walked that road on the same day.
But I stepped on the same tree shadow.
Wutong doesn't know this.
It just grows round and round.
Collect those unspoken things into the annual rings.
Purpose: Break through the shackles of timidity and silence, and have the courage to respond to the past even if it is belated.