I live at the head of the Yangtze River
You live at the end of the Yangtze River
I miss you every day but don't see you
Drink water from the Yangtze River together
Wu You read the poem softly, his fingertips brushing the pages of the book that smelled of ink.
In the key liberal arts class in the third year of high school, there was someone Wu You cared about very much.
Wu You's school began to divide liberal arts and science subjects in the first half of the second semester of high school. Before his sophomore year in high school, he had heard others talk about him from time to time. Seeing his photo posted at the top of the grade, seeing his 130-point test paper in Chinese, and seeing his powerful fonts appearing frequently on various posters and blackboards. Somehow, just looking at it from a distance, there is a little difference.
This little bit of difference gradually turned into a jar of sweet osmanthus wine, which was shared between two people.