The sun is warm and soaks into the heart.
In the school playground, the dim street lights were dim, and a few people were still swaying, talking and laughing.
It was another autumn, and He Xiaoya stood by the tree-lined path on campus, silently watching the leaves of the French plane tree falling in large swaths, silently.
There is always an endless queue in the canteen;
Supermarkets are always crowded with wealthy men and women;
In the girls' dormitory, the brutal screams and frolics and the sound of washing spread to the roof;
For a moment, I really wanted to see what the boys' dormitory was like?
——My name is He Xiaoya.
My youth is called "The Moment of Youth in the Years Like a Fleeting Time".
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