The time of youth is gone and never comes back, it remains in your heart as an eternal souvenir.
There are always some people who are engraved deep in the heart. Every time I think of them, they are there. Midsummer is a touch of sad sunshine in my youthful memory. I really wanted to throw it away out of sight, but I found that it was the source of all memories of youth, and I kept pinching it. I watched it flow gurglingly, passing through my life and running towards the farther sea.
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