Me: "Sister Wei, describe Bailian in one sentence."
Sister Wei: "Bald, narcissistic, and secretly interacting with certain people."
Me: "Old Hei, what do you think of Bai Lian?"
Lao Hei: "Extremely smart... Old demon from Montenegro?"
Me: "Lianlian, please evaluate yourself."
Jia Bailian: "I am a good sister to my brothers."
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In the early autumn of 1919, at Chuanliu Middle School, I was wearing a green short T-shirt and blue jeans. I passed by the door of Class 4 and glanced sideways inadvertently. That was my first encounter with you, and I am now in my third year.
We chatted and laughed as we ushered in the third early autumn. The class was very noisy. I remember, the light hidden in your eyes was brighter than the sun.
I sat in my seat, listening to my friend talk about the latest news not long ago, and occasionally added a few words. It was in the afternoon, the Xu wind blew the curtains, and the sunset glow spread on everyone's faces, beautiful and clean.
After dinner, we ate slowly on the track. Suddenly the crowd was in full swing. I looked up and saw that a goal had been scored. I was tired after walking for a long time, so I sat on the lawn and watched carefully, watching them sweat and shed tears for what they loved. I think this is youth.
Lao Jia said that he wanted to be heroic after we graduated. Looking at this bald man, I felt a little sad for the first time. In my memory, he said to us: "I will be your class teacher for the next three years." But now he has said goodbye.
Now next year, we will meet in the mountains and rivers, but it will be difficult to see each other again.
Intention: When I say south, you say north. This is our teenage years