Sometimes youth is like a paper airplane, flying across the boundaries of time and space with illusory and beautiful feelings.
In the summer when he was five years old, Cheng Yisheng met Lin Chuchu, who was sitting at the door and staring blankly at the other end of the street...
In the summer when I was fifteen, you and I met at Huayang Middle School...
In the summer when I was twenty-five, you and I got married...
In the summer of thirty-five, you and me...
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For the rest of my life, because of you, the young man on the street will miss you when I meet you.