A girl, she comes from the countryside, she does not feel inferior, does not feel sorry for herself, does not complain, she just lives her own life and studies well.
He is very calm, always showing a faint smile, gentle, smart, gentleman, and never easily provoked by others.
He is very cheerful, and wherever he goes, it seems like sunshine is shining down on him. He is also very persistent, but he has a "phobia of women" and seeing women is like seeing ghosts...
And her...
Her first love, his first love, and all the marks of youth, whether sad or happy, will eventually compose the most beautiful poem and song.
Come together, walk into this story, and experience the first beauty together, no matter whether you are experiencing it or have gradually forgotten those green and passionate years.
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"Senior! Senior! Senior—"
Not good! It's the "Great Sage"! Jiuge ran as fast as he could, as if he didn't care about his life.
"Senior - wait for me -"
The Great Sage finally defeated him successfully, and Jiu Ge fainted unwillingly. According to the doctor's diagnosis, several ribs were broken and he was recovering in the hospital for more than a month...
A year later, he easily won the 800-meter men's race at the school sports meeting...
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Le Xiaoxia saw her future like this: a ragged woman sweeping the floor and taking out the trash on campus, rubbing clothes in the laundry room, washing dishes in the cafeteria... Day after day, year after year.
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Everything about me seems to have started because of you.
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Withered leaf butterfly, golden leaves, the morning sun kisses the clear dew, dancing happily under the setting sun;
In this season, the snow has melted, wherever the stream flows, the riverbed sings the journey.
I have been following your footsteps, expecting you to look back several times, but forget your own path;
I have been following your ups and downs and accompanying you on the long road. You are my final destination.
The golden dead leaf butterfly is still flying in the sky, and I am flying in your sky——
Oh, I will never get lost, you are my final destination.
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The blood on his forehead seemed to flow into his right eye. Half of the scenery in his sight was green trees and translucent blue sky, half was a sports ground covered in red mist, half was as pure as a stream, and half was as tragic as the sunset.
Conception: