When we were young, we were always reckless and did not want to compromise any grievances, and we were always unwilling to explain a single word more.
What matters is not poetry and distance, tomorrow and dawn.
But there is you in the poem, you are in the distance, and I support you at dawn to welcome every tomorrow.
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Scene one:
When Lin Ziyu saw the jpg of a tall man next to the afterimage of a group of enthusiastic young people on the basketball court, his heart went off and he quickly changed his running route.
The static picture stared at the little man running with his peripheral vision for a while, and sighed helplessly.
Scene two:
Late at night, light came out again and again from the ajar door.
A certain long-legged boy unlocked the phone again and then put his phone back on the bed.
"Did you see it?" The boy muttered and fell into dreamland, with a smile on his lips.