Dragonfly Passing by Old Summer

This is dark history, and it's really, really poorly written! It turns out that I walked for so long, just walking from this intersection to that intersection. But along the way, I lost some obsessions and picked up some tenderness. It turns out that no matter how many vows we make to each other in this world, they will ultimately be unable to withstand the vicissitudes of life. But how can I forget? Forget the unique red dragonfly that passed through my world that year, and the old summer that was forgotten in the depths of time. The dark history of a long time ago is short and pretentious. I only posted it because I couldn't bear to write so many nice sentences for it at that time. But if you like old-fashioned youthful, sentimental and painful stories, it's also interesting to read. Intention: Growing up is growing up in pain.