In the middle of summer, I put the sycamore leaves and soda in the refrigerator. When I took them out, the sycamore leaves burst out of the refrigerator with a bang, and the color was no longer as pleasing as it was in the middle of summer. The tawny sycamore leaves seem to have stories. They have seen the babbling children of two or three years old face each other and smile brightly from time to time; they have seen the 12- and 13-year-old students chasing each other to school on bicycles to make jokes; they have seen the affectionate kisses of the 18- and 19-year-old boys when they are passionate;
But I have seen it too many times. Those yellow-brown sycamore leaves seemed to feel tired and tired, and no longer wanted to see them, so they fell one after another. The first fallen sycamore leaf fell on the small pool where the autumn rain had not yet dried up, causing ripples to spread outward in circles. Then more fallen leaves were raging like a torrential rain, and each time a leaf fell, there would be another circle of ripples. Until the last leaf fell, the ripples no longer appeared, and only the almost perfect yellow-brown color patch could be seen on the road.
Occasionally we are each other, but my selfish purpose is to stand:
Chen Zixi x Jian Luo
Straightforward but easily shy
A student: "Look, our senior from Y University seems to be having an affair with that girl from No. 4 Middle School!"
Girl: "We just have an affair."
A student: "...!"
●My neighbor sister, can I borrow a quilt to cover myself with?
●Jian Luo, I like you.
●Teacher Luo, would you like a kiss?
There are definitely some bumps in the whole article, sour and sweet. It's so interesting to record some interesting stories about growing up! ! !
Intention: Whatever you want to do, do it now, don't think too much