The past memories of my youth, those pure memories, turned into swirling memories. It was the surprise of early spring, a corner of the campus, and the bright smile that first moved when he held her hand.
Youth is the warmest orange clouds, floating over the blue and green mountains with white mist. When the strong wind blows, cool raindrops fall down, falling into eyes that are clearer than mineral water, splashing layers of shallow ripples, and after thinly ripples, the purest appearance of young people is reflected.
We are called teenagers, our clear eyelids are filled with the gentlest pool of spring water in our years, and our fingertips are shrouded in dancing white light.
We were still just children who had a lot of fun and refused to go home even after dark. In the memory of the past, we habitually miss the breeze that gently stopped at our fingertips, the colorfully dyed marshmallows, and the grass-colored transparent fruit candy stuck to the cat's tail.
Zhou Jinyan danced in his memory, with the light touch of her toes, the gorgeous skirt, the beautiful face, and the first heartbeat.
So, he let the girl's doting smile go to a colorful feast.