The white snow on my wrist in January, the hurried beginning of spring in February; the warm spring he sent in March, and her handwritten postcard in April.
May is the gardenia of love, June is full of plum rain; July she cuts her hair short, and August he endures silence.
In September, there is only regret and nostalgia, but October can come back again; November has the warmth of the palm, and December is a gift of remembrance.
In a love that spanned a year and a half, I opened that mysterious book for the first time; I was scarred, but I never regretted it.
When she disappeared from his field of vision under the streetlight, he would continue to move forward, looking for the next light. He has never stopped and he never will. But she looked back over and over again, regretting every time. When her fingertips touched forward, there were only blurry outlines of light and shadow. Going around in circles for more than 1,400 days, I watched the short-haired boy grow from a junior high school student to a college student.
Lin Zhi will eventually become a woman, strong and self-reliant, Chen An is a passer-by in her life, Dada's horse's hooves are beautiful mistakes; the landscape, animals and youthful dreams will eventually dissipate, and the torrent of time will take away everything with its devastating power.
When we meet again after many years, I will treat you with the same facial features and the same years as before, as if nothing happened between you and me, we are just friends, as if we just accidentally pressed the switch and will never mention it again.
This is our growth and youth.
Swan song, the final song of life.
Intention: Study hard and fall in love well