This is a time machine of college emotions, with scattered bits and pieces and a messy process, but because of one word, one person becomes important.
This article is the prototype of the novel "Southern Forest Sea and Northward Phoebe". It is an essay written by a girl going around in circles. The writing style is a bit immature and has been refined and refined. After a cursory glance, I would like to see the opinions of those who are experts in writing.
If you fall in love with a flower on a certain planet. Then, as long as you look up at the starry sky at night, you will feel that the stars in the sky are like blooming flowers. —Saint-Exupery, "The Little Prince"
Intention: I was 21 years old and you were 19 years old. We were destined to go into each other's world and stay there for a long time.