"When I grow up, I can only run. I am so afraid of falling in the dark."
Fucao, Anlin, and Zhengjiu sat on the flower bed and listened to the same song together. Fucao never expected that time could pass so fast in silence. Then he slowly supported his sore legs from taking the physical exam and shouted to the sky: "Don't cry when you graduate, okay?" The voice carried far and wide with the spring breeze, and the dandelions also flew with it.
Sometimes Fucao would selfishly think that it would be great if the earth stopped rotating. Even if the earth stopped rotating, everyone would die, she would selfishly think like this.
Then time will stop at this moment, stop at this summer.