Back then, we had dreams about writing, about love.
Everyone is the protagonist of their own world, a book of their own, with a story to tell.
Time washes everything away. Memories fade, and one day even the most wonderful times will be hard to recall.
Words don't lie. They help us record the loveliest moments, the wildness and madness along the way.
How can one person build a city? In these flourishing times, thankfully, none of us is alone.
Youth doesn't belong to just one person. The best years, the most beautiful stories, the most wonderful people, the deepest feelings.
I dare not forget. I dedicate this story to the years gone by.
Our story is wonderful and we hope to share our happiness with more people.
Youth, having youth is enough.
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All kinds of flowers in the nursery have long since fallen off, and there are no leaves on the trees. Walking on the criss-crossing ridges of the fields, various trees and grasses are arranged in an orderly manner in the fields. The moonlight shines on them, complementing the thin dew, forming a dreamy scenery. The text describing the scenery is particularly delicate and artistic.
The winter sun is like gold.
It is enough for me to have this brother in this life!
"In a lifetime, you will meet many different kinds of people, and not everyone can enter your heart and give you thoughts about life. A life is not long or short, but it exists, and everyone is running for it. No one can firmly guarantee that the people and emotions we have been with will last a lifetime." I like those sentences that pass by my heart. Superficial
Great youth, great life.
Great youth, great life.
I finally saw the word Yonghong.