Yang Qing suddenly remembered Li Qingyue one afternoon. At that time, the class representative was pressing for excerpts. She picked up a copy of "Literature and Life" and suddenly saw this poem.
When you get old
"How many people loved you when you were young and happy,
I admire your beauty,
Pretense or sincerity"
She lowered her head, her thoughts seeming to have drifted far away. She raised her head after a while, and then copied Yeats's poem. The sounds in her memory gradually blurred, leaving only the countdown to the college entrance examination clearly on the blackboard.
Intention: Write whatever you want