Jian Yanshu was only twelve years old when he met him.
Yanyun Lane was dimly lit and bustling with activity.
My mother said that she was named Yanyun because she hoped that the future would be as dazzling as fireworks and as bright as nebulae.
Jian Yanshu looked at the busy market ahead, where he had lived for eight years.
He looked back and smiled at the brightly lit banquet hall behind him.
On New Year's Eve, elegant music plays in the banquet hall, which is full of interests and snobbery.
Wen Ziqing walked out of the banquet hall, looked up, and saw fireworks blooming in the sky, eye-catchingly bright.
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"Do you like candied haws?"
"I like it."
After walking through the bustling streets, the fireworks in the sky witnessed our encounter and reunion.
Intention: Study hard
