Touching those old photos with the palm of my hand, there are slight traces of yellowing, perhaps because they have been dusted for too long.
The fingertips slowly slid across the handsome young man's face, and a faint smile might suddenly appear.
Youth that won't turn yellow.
Standing at the tip of the tail of life, everyone will recall every bit of life. It is a huge project, but in the end, without exception, they will stop at a certain endpoint and look up quietly.
That is youth.
The smell of street snacks, the annoying aunt administrator, the ill-fitting school uniform, the pink letters in the drawer, the formulas on the back of the physics book, the deep and shallow marks on the table, the boy or girl who makes his heart skip a beat, are all the grand joys that quietly meander in the long river of life.
Youth is a dream that is too big and beautiful for us to believe.
Who will be whose dream.
Caiqianjun, Xiangcaoxuan, even if I just lightly outline the corners of your eyes and eyebrows with the tip of my pen, you will still feel inexplicable warmth.
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