"I still couldn't say that sentence during your college entrance examination."
When I was lying on the table looking at the scattered raindrops outside the window, I remembered the day when you and I met for the first time.
The young man playing basketball under the setting sun is as beautiful as jade, like jade, and emerald. A glimpse of ten thousand years amazed my youth.
Su Xianxian wrote on the yellowed paper, "The ink sinks. You must be happy where I can't see."
Mo Chen is the answer and so is silence.
It's easy to say goodbye, but it's hard to say goodbye.
Su Xianxian said secretly, "Mo Chen, it's snowing in Zhenqin today. Will you come back this winter?"
In this era of rampant ambiguity, I met a man. The boy was as clean as the bright moon and I didn't dare to delay.
Intention: To write to the person I have a crush on