Maybe not everyone will have a childhood sweetheart in their childhood.
Not everyone will encounter a young and ignorant love in their youth.
The world is a big place, we meet you every day
The world is small, I met you just like goodbye in a dimly lit place
We keep growing, and then keep meeting and parting...
Time may have taken away the ignorant madness of youth,
What remains is the growth of reason
Those years...
A young man like the wind,
A girl with a high ponytail,
The smell of sweat from running jerseys,
A gossip plot with careful probing,
The clear 38th line between the tables,
The marks left by the bicycle wheels,
…
Xia Tian's face turned red with a smile
many years later, many years
The small tree grew into a big tree,
Nursery rhymes still sing to wake up the summer in Mingcheng
Dusk falls in the forest.
To the most suitable boys and girls I met growing up,
Thank you for meeting the most suitable you in my memories at the most suitable age, and the most suitable self for you.