I am a newbie and have been silently reading novels. I have tried to write novels for a long time, but I am the only reader. Today, on a whim, I wanted to write, hoping to leave some traces of myself in the world. I've been very busy these days, and I feel like I have nothing to do. Maybe I will stick to it, and I won't know if I don't cheat. Ha, hehe.
That youth, the wantonness of 20 years old, you, dressed in white military uniform, followed the flowing water and laughter, walked in the wind, and finally disappeared. I don't know when I will see you again...
When you say photos, they are just things that will disappear. Fire will burn them away. He and his memories, love, tears, and the youth he once loved so wantonly will not be forgotten or regretted.
This is a love story about the 1970s. I think this love story is beautiful and sad at the same time. I hope I can find Mr. Gold back then.
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