The autumn wind sweeps away countless fallen leaves, and sparrows chirp a few times on the branches. Autumn is gone and autumn is coming again. When I was five years old, there was a little boy who was still a little shorter than me and bent down to tie his scattered shoelaces.
Twenty years later, while dragging Xiaobai through the crowded streets, a long-lost voice suddenly heard the word "Yuan Yuan".
It's been a long time since I've been online. My friend Xiaoqing leaned over curiously and laughed at me for dating online. He also mentioned a sentence and an amazing name in the other person's message.
Yuan Yuan, my name, gave me a light and shallow fate in the Mood for Love.
This is a past story of a young girl.
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