During the three years of hanging around together and waiting for completion, some of my former good friends have become acquaintances, and some of my former ordinary classmates have become close friends. Time passes little by little
I once lent her a glove on a snowy day, helped her push the cart, and carried an umbrella with her when we came home from school.
Go crazy with him, make him cry and laugh at the same time, choose them as class officials, and tap the tip of his ballpoint pen on the back of his school uniform like in "Those Years"
I exchanged greeting cards and peace fruits with them, and shared ice cream with them. As autumn approaches, I will recall the day when I walked out of the classroom holding my arm with the girl I had just met for a day. How could I have thought of the many things that will happen in the future?
The blue and yellow bicycle, the black and white gloves in winter, the novel and the unnamed song
Those inaccessible past times, the girl who wrote it, the greenery outside the teaching building, the appalling long jump results
400 meters, me and you
Even the teacher at that time has been forgotten
Use the names of these people to make up a song about youth and memories.
This story is so beautiful and intoxicating
Green onion is really a happy thing. Most of the stories recorded in this article happened when I was working on my debut fan novel. Memory is really an unreliable thing. Some things are vague in my mind but cannot be removed. Some things are clearly remembered but the details are not clear. Thank you to the students who provided memories. Although you may not be able to read this article, thank you for spending the time with me.
I love you forever and ever.
Also: My favorite village brother!
Although it is a sub-work, it seems to be more thoughtful than the main work, which is really sad (laughs). Is this a sign of maturity?
