"The evening breeze blows the white hair on your temples, smoothing the scars left by memories, the light and dark in your eyes are mixed, and your smile is full of flowers..." "The Wind Rises" played over and over again in the pedestrian street. At the bus stop, a group of high school students were bustling, as if they were back to the first time you and I met eight years ago.
You are delicate and gentle, like a young man in white who comes from the south of the Yangtze River. After getting in the car, a man and a woman, about sixteen or seventeen years old, sat side by side. The girl smiled at the boy, and the boy gently poked the girl's head with his fingertips and called her a fool.
I clicked on the address book and dialed your number: "Lin Ming, if I have the chance, I would like to send you a message. You are a perfect match for the stars, because they are all out of reach."
You are a perfect match for the stars, because they are all out of reach
A two-way journey spanning seven years makes people feel out of reach
Purpose: To write a book for teenagers