The years sway in the wind, and then leave a thick pile of marks where the wind stops, slowly accumulating.
Suddenly I remembered a book I wanted to read a long time ago, a poem I wanted to write, a piece of music I wanted to sing... But in the end I still couldn't pick it up - was it forgotten by me? Or did I accidentally throw them away?
Occasionally, I look back at those days of innocence, when I was not afraid of anything and could dream about anything. However, the moment I returned to reality, I felt a sharp pain. The story of Weicheng, Qu Ming, and Lingzi is a growing experience. Weicheng is me, Qu Ming is my forever brother, Lingzi can only think of it through the window of memory... All of these are revealing the grand ceremony of youth.
The era of wearing a white shirt and running wildly under the sun was left in the wind. I walked from one end of the years to the other without realizing it. Suddenly, I felt that everything was taken away, and there was nothing left.
Growth is like wildflowers. No one can understand the thoughts of wildflowers when they bloom. Maybe they want to experience the beauty of silence that drifts away. However, the gradual withering is a kind of indifferent sadness. I believe that Qu Ming will laugh until he cries when he sees our story, and Lingzi will cry until she laughs if she can still see it. That's all, dedicated to our youth.
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