Change the platform, Tomato. Time is the wealth of change. The clock imitates it, but only changes. Years passed by in a blink of an eye, but Cheng Xicen still could not forget the young man from Xicheng No. 1 Middle School who came to give a lecture for her right after class and put his arms around her.
Where was the youth hidden back then? Cheng Xicen thought that her youth must be hidden in the young man named Lai Shu.
"Cen Cen, look at how beautiful this fireworks stick is. But what's even more beautiful is how you look in my eyes when you are set off by the fireworks stick."
"Cen Cen, we've been divided into classes. I'm Lai Shu from class 12. Please give me some advice."
"Lai Shu, like moths flocking to a flame, the gap between you and me is more than just distance."
The apricot trees in Xicheng blossomed and bore fruit year after year, but the boy who was waiting for the girl walked far, far away.
I don't know if you will also have unforgettable youth, but I hope that none of us will become cowards who hide behind and dare not speak.
So, am I just a secondary character to you? —Cheng Xicen
(The first sentence quotes Rabindranath Tagore)
Concept: Youth is both beautiful and bitter