Preface: When the flowers bloomed
There is a boy who teaches me to grow; there is a girl who teaches me love.
——Guo Jingming
Pick up the pen.
The feeling of the ballpoint pen on the white paper is like a memory from middle school.
At that time, love was luxurious, and during the intensive review, hugs were made with trembling hands.
At that time, love was pure, and every movement and every look would be memorable.
At that time, love was sacred. Under the noses of teachers and parents, anyone would be frightened to hold hands.
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In the green years, that green wind blew away from my feet, stretching out a road leading to the unknown.
I treasured those beautiful memories into silhouettes, which moved me deeply.
Lin Sen, Xintong, Ningxia, Baobao, Minmin, Chengcheng...
These children accompanied me into this pale and feeble youth.
You, in my life, are blooming with beautiful youth.