In fact, this can also be regarded as a short story.
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Memory is like the maple leaves on the bluestone after the rain, scattered but with clear veins.
Looking back suddenly, those lost in the corners of the years are all bits and pieces of youth.
These are both real and illusory. No matter what others say, this is Yiyi's past.
Teacher and student.
The beginning is hasty and the ending is vague.
Maybe, that's just one of hers,
Very real, dream.