The day when Li Yiran first fell in love seemed like just yesterday. The banyan trees with thick green shadows, the street lights shining on the deserted streets, the hot summer nights in G city, and the boy in the white school uniform who smiled a little shyly, "Your name is Huo Ting... Your name seems to be short of life...".
I spent three long spring and autumn in this way. When I left, I felt desolate, and my heart was like a wilderness without grass.
The catkins in the north made him feel enlightened, and his thoughts suddenly returned to the young man.
The author is a stinky gay, and his articles are youth-oriented, violent and violent (?), Semi-documentary, and Jimei who miss the campus can come to Kangkang.
Intention: Life is like the wind, no one can live without anyone; life is like the wind, how can there be no trace when the wind blows.