Do you still remember the eaves where we took shelter together on rainy days? Do you still remember the mineral water we drank together in that physical education class? Are you still here for this encounter?
There have been vows, there has been sweetness, there has been confusion, there has been sorrow, there are all kinds of mixed feelings, this is youth.
You are still clear and clear, while I am gray-haired and let the years pass by. Looking at each other, the moonlight is all over the ground.
Our love is embedded in the memory album of youth
There is always a city that witnesses our youth but buries our love; there is always a person who always lives in our hearts but is lost in life. Looking forward to the nirvana of the Phoenix, looking forward to the encounter between you and me.
The youthful worries that end quickly, the irresistible sadness of this world, and who has passed by your beautiful time?
(PS: Here is a collection of short stories)