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Tears are the smallest sea in the world. They are as salty as the sea, and as deep and unspeakable as the sea. At the same time, it is small, so small that it can only be buried under the eyes.
Dear seagull, if you can hold up your tears, please bring your longing and longing to the big tree in the distance.
In the spring of the year when he was sixteen, Xia Yang came to this small town called Anzhou from the distant North City. There were few high-rise buildings here, but there was the vast sea, the evergreen trees, the human fireworks in the deep lanes and long streets, and he who penetrated the girl every spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Water is an indispensable thing in human life. One day by chance, Xia Yang discovered that water has colorful flavors.
When she first met Zhou Zi, she found that the rain smelled like orange blossoms.
Later, she discovered that the river smelled like jasmine tea.
Later, she discovered that the sea smelled like orange soda.
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The rainy season in Anzhou has passed, kapok is still there, but the girl's world is drifting in the heavy rain. From then on, the blue sea was just a pile of water stains in her eyes.
"May we see you in heaven and earth, with dusk clouds and morning rain."
The spring of sixteen will never come again, and she will never have Zhou Zi after eighteen.
A high-spirited boy × a warm and bright girl
Purpose: live a good life
