In the middle of June, my personal space was occupied by high school graduate dogs and college graduate turtles. They were having fun scrolling through the screen. Countless photos and photos without photos were circulated in the world, some laughing, some crying, some excited and some melancholy. From the starting point to the end point, a straight line intersperses countless memories. What they have in common is youth, and their difference is that the former is younger than the latter. Then slowly, they are no longer young.
The young people prayed that although time flies by, people and things would remain unchanged. However, I hope that people will last forever, and there will be no words of desolation.
I think of one day when I was running under the sunset. It was the smell of sweat that I hadn't showered and the fat that I couldn't get rid of.
On the court not far away, the wind is blowing in the treetops, birds are chirping, and basketballs are knocking off flowers.