The chirping of cicadas is the sound of the clock slowly counting down outside the window,
The scores on the test paper are like climbing vines,
The butterfly I drew on your palm,
Fly away?
The white clouds are kites flying in the blue sky,
Youth is us running on the playground.
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I still remember that I was waiting for you to finish class. I am holding the flowers I want to send you.
Everyone who passed by was smiling because the flowers were so fresh that even the bees were still there.
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Swing under the maple, secret love in midsummer, we said we would always be by each other's side
The light in the corridor silhouettes the campus soon to be the past. ——"The Rest of Summer"
Mission: Pure love, positivity
