The fireworks that year were set off like smiles
The whistle sounded like a whisper that year
The wind blew for 52 days that year
Your paradise once allowed my imagination to wander
Now that I sit here, it will be dawn in the blink of an eye
The story ends with laughter
Memories are like soaked matches that will be rekindled after a long time
Maybe we will meet again in August ten years later!
Everything written below is my own personal experience and contains basically no fiction (except for names)
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Chapter 1 (Old friend not recognized)
Maybe I have passed her on an inconspicuous street in a city we have never heard of before. Maybe she has crooked eyebrows and a calm smile, or she has a frown and a melancholy look on her face. And we inadvertently missed the opportunity to chat again, because it had been too long, and it had been so long that our faces had changed. When we looked at each other, we would not have thought that she was such a familiar friend; even, maybe even though she and I had passed each other, our eyes did not stay on each other's face for even half a moment, even though she might still be walking over like snow in her white clothes.
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Chapter 2 (For whom the bottom of the pen is stained with smoke and frost, for whom the ripples are drawn across the river)
The jianjia is green and the white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is sitting in front of me.
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