One noon in the first year of high school, Ye Xuan asked for sick leave.
She sat quietly in the small clinic, with the wind and rain blowing outside.
With a sudden glance, she saw a ruffian leading a little girl wearing a fan floral suspender over. The girl had a band-aid on her forehead. The boy's hair was messy, as messy as grass, but the boy was tall and had straight shoulders. Ye Xuan felt sour in her heart, as if a little girl who was inexperienced in the world suddenly fell in love with a puppy, but the puppy already had an "owner"
Ye Xuan likes summer the most. The sunlight shines through the leaves of the camphor tree, and the slightly shiny leaves heal the regrets in Ye Xuan's heart.
With the chirping of cicadas and the whistling of leaves, Lin Yihang wrote, "The spring flowers and plum blossoms are luxuriant, and the tang and plum blossoms are blooming together."
Full text HE, running in both directions
Purpose: Don't waste your youth, cherish the present moment