He will never forget the boy's deep eyes. He could see his own shadow reflected faintly in them. In that summer, the gentle breeze blew through the innocent smiles of the boys. The boy with the beautiful smile said to him: "Zhijiu, when I come back, take me to see the most beautiful sea in your eyes."
In the summer when I was eight years old, I gently raised my little finger and made a childish and ridiculous agreement. Then the short-lived friendship in childhood was gradually buried deep in a corner with the blooming and falling of cherry blossoms, and was dug up from time to time. But everyone knows that memories are a continuation of pain.
Everything happened too suddenly. He lost so many things that summer. He lost so much that he forgot to shed tears. Losing so much made him feel lucky, because at that time, he simply thought that he still had a long period of time for himself to forget, even though he knew how long the process was.
In the summer of that year, the cherry blossom tree in front of the courtyard died. I don't know why it stopped blooming. At the moment when it bloomed and failed, the slender trunk and branches left the last beauty, and finally there was no sign of life anymore. The childhood vows made under the cherry blossom tree are engraved in time, and their existence will never be buried in that person's heart.
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