In those years, they would often go to the forest lane to the west of the school. In those years, they would ride their bicycles into the distance while the wind blew. In those years, a ray of clean and bright sunshine would pass through the shade of the trees. They would step on each other's shadows and talk about how long the time was. The seventeen-year-old memory in my memory begins with the word "classmate" and ends with the word "don't look back." It remains in the summer of the nineteen-year-old, disappearing in the sunshine, never to be seen again.
This article is HE~ Please forgive me for the author's poor writing style!
Intention: wantonness and bravery in youth