On a June afternoon, spots of white light were printed on the boy's white shirt, dancing from time to time. The boy picked off the dog's tail grass casually, twisted it into a grass ring with his skillful hands and placed it gently in the hand of the sleeping girl. He left the bench with a chuckle and walked towards his friend. Looking back with nostalgia, I saw the girl's hands clenched slightly.
Young dreamer, a story that I don't want to reveal.