Is the person you loved when you were young okay now?
Lin Xing once wrote over and over again: "May I be like the stars and the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night."
I remember that he always loved someone, plugged in his earphones and listened to the same song.
On each Chinese paper, write an acrostic poem belonging to him and her.
Secretly bought the physical Huanggang he returned.
Selfishly he put away the pen he had forgotten.
Stepping over the water stains from his wheels.
Write a fifteen-line love letter.
Like him.
"If you get closer to me, if I don't hate you, I just like you."