Childhood is like a ray of sunshine in winter. Even if it is not so blazing, it will wrap our fragile hearts warmly, allowing the seeds of hope buried deep in our hearts to quietly sprout and bloom. Every spring, when the wind blows, the trembling petals stir up memories and pour into my mind with fragrance, and I can't help but burst into tears.
Then I will remember that a girl once said to me: "Don't cry, Dongyang."
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