The Fragrance of Locust Blossoms from Long Ago

You were walking and we met at the corner. In a blink of an eye, we haven't seen each other for many years; Suddenly, I was silent for a moment. For a moment, I didn't know what to say... At that time, your hair was a little curly, you didn't talk much, and you liked listening to old songs; I borrowed your umbrella, my wet sneakers, that rain fell yesterday... Memories are like passing clouds. I want to look for them but I can't find them; Occasionally, I miss a little bit, that youthful love... Yellowed bookmarks, old photos, do you still remember the past? With an indifferent heart and smiling eyebrows, he said, "I haven't seen you for many years;" Gently, say goodbye...

Judging from the writing style, the author still has great potential. In fact, all the writings we write are just a few pens written when we were young. They may be young or frivolous, but they are enough to make people remember it deeply!