Reminiscing about the beautiful growth process of the post-80s generation
In my 24 years of life, there are many people and things worth remembering, and many beautiful moods. When I was a teenager, I had many feelings and girlish feelings. At that time, they may have been sad, sweet, or naive, but now it seems that my life is so complete!
I was born in a small town in the south, and my family lives in a quiet countryside near the town. I like to pick bunches of purple vetch flowers in the fields and weave them into beautiful garlands; I like to climb up the elm money tree with my friends and shake the elm money to the ground; I like to pick out bees in the dilapidated earthen walls in March when the peach blossoms are in full bloom; I like to sit quietly on the beach covered with donkey grass in the Han River and watch the sunset; I like to eliminate stinging weeds with everyone, and I feel bruised and bruised but have a sense of accomplishment. . . .
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