[The Recorder] Winter Solstice

Cheng Siyue and Chen Wenwen can be said to have extremely different personalities, but they can become each other's friends, probably because they complement each other. You would keep talking and I would just keep listening. The description here makes me feel that Qiu Luo really looks like her senior sister. If you don't like someone, you rarely express it in words. If you find it troublesome, you will still lend a helping hand. You are a little at a loss when facing the enthusiasm of others. At heart, he is obviously a sensitive child who longs for warmth. It was like huddled alone in a dark corner, and suddenly someone approached with a lamp. She may have just passed by, but she illuminated that corner of darkness, leaving an indelible spot of light on the retina for a short time, a faint tingling reminder of her existence at all times. My roommate has a similar personality, carefree, but she has delicate emotions. It's not that she doesn't understand, but she doesn't say anything. She just always faces everyone with a sunny and casual attitude, straightforward and lively. I wonder if Cheng Siyue is also such a person? The wind blows my hair, feeling comfortable and free. I had no choice but to let my hair do it for me, and occasionally feel the temperature and air freely. Let the wind comb through your long hair little by little, and calm down your mood little by little. I always feel that people who like plants must also like life. Take care of a life with your own hands, watch it grow up little by little, and slowly express your joy in the most vivid colors. It may wither, but the little joy it brings really exists. I have never experienced changing schools, or even leaving the place where I grew up. That feeling that we may never see each other again is probably something I can't relate to for the time being. But those words struck me one after another, saying goodbye is such a plain yet cruel ritual. It is the sad source of life. I like your words, they stir my emotions a little bit in the middle of the night.

Is this a true story? But the original poster... Bah bah bah. But isn't the author a senior in high school?

Hey, when I was in fourth grade, my parents dragged me to Shenzhen for the same reason/this nickname... Forget it

Sofa~? This article is well written, and the ordinary words are full of emotion.

Sofa~ Sofa~ Sure enough, Miss Luo will not let go of this kind of amnesia~