When I was 18 years old, I met Lu Mian in the mist and rain of Yancheng.
But this is my secret. I will not tell anyone what a beautiful summer I had that year, when a handsome young man met me in the rain, and then we parted in the wind.
And in the wind and rain, we had a whole month, we smiled in the sun, his features were picturesque, and his white clothes were better than snow. We sat in the car and sang, and the scenery behind us seemed to be floating in the wind.
I like him, so I want to leave him.
That piece of college entrance examination application form is my last secret. He will not know that we will go our separate ways.
Conception: