The heartbeat of youth is a midsummer night's dream. The starry sky is bright, the breeze is gentle, and the person who appears is gentle.
The person you like since you were twelve or thirteen years old can be kept in your heart for a long time.
It was probably the year when the dandelions in school were in full bloom. How lucky I was to meet you.
In an age filled with electronic devices, a handwritten love letter means even more.
The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves with you hiding from the rain.
Growth is a long and endless farewell in a lifetime, a gentle and cruel farewell.
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Jiang Xingye, if one day you see our story written into a book, will you want to cry?
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Intention: To move forward hard on the lost road of life