Tang Zhen still remembers the girl who stood in front of the easel and was impressed by the oil painting;
She still remembered that she hurriedly ran into his arms at the corner of the stairs, and the shy look on their faces;
I still remember the school organized field trips, and the smiles on the boys' lips when the white locust flowers fell from the sky;
I still remember the boy's firm and confident look in his eyes when I asked him about his college entrance examination choices on the playground before the college entrance examination;
I still remember my inner peace as I slowly followed his footsteps in the rain;
…
She remembered all of this.
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