I originally thought that I would never forget everything about that day, but now, I only vaguely remember that the weather that day was very good, the wind was gentle and the sky was clear and clear.
This is a story about youth, fate, and love. It may not be so ups and downs, and it may not be so exciting, but I believe that everyone will find some shadows of their own youth and some yellowed memories in it.
"The End of the Year" is my first attempt. It may have many shortcomings. I hope everyone can criticize and correct it so that we can make progress together.