I narrate the lonely story of a lonely child, just like the slanting sadness on Mondrian's canvas. I have forgotten that language. It only sings suddenly and quietly in the most noisy moments.
That is the bright rock and roll-like high school senior year that I can't throw away. When people are in a trance, they not only look back suddenly but lowly.
That section
That period was crazy
That section
Unfettered noisy freedom, singing proudly, constant war, constant abandonment
One day, the sun shines on the Shanyin Road in my memory. I faintly recall the time when Keanu Reeves slowly walked through this foreign land and road. Does that handsome and sharp man with oriental origin have a fresh and lovely sadness on his face, where the clamor of a child is ignored?
Shanyin Road Tianai Road What a sweet name
school house
Old European-style buildings. Imagine the warm fire burning in the church school many years ago in the sealed fireplace. The paint is blooming.
The smiling child who is still making history
vaguely similar
Qin Ke, the talented man, the talented girl, the little girl Fu Yiyi, and the dean who passed by and whose nose was slightly red from the sudden cold wave, the math teacher whose hair is getting shorter and shorter, still has the fatness of a genius
young
Our youth is there, there is no other place
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It's my first time in Jinjiang. Please take care of me.
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