She stood at a familiar crossroads, looking at the constant flow of vehicles and the bustling crowds on the street, thinking of the criss-crossing life of the past eighteen years. The traffic lights flashed alternately, taking her back to the youthful memories of the past. Two little girls in loose school uniforms ran over, laughing and joking, talking about who secretly passed small notes to whom in class today, and who was caught by the director for being late for class. As they ran, their reflections gradually grew longer, and as the days moved forward, she met him. Time flows slowly and the story becomes longer and longer. That was their vigorous youth, and perhaps it was also the dull and memorable youth of most people.
Purpose: Cherish our youth, commemorate our once-in-a-lifetime boyhood, and reflect the shadow of your youth.
I like it so much! ! ! !
The author, please give me more encouragement.