In the later story, Yan Sheng has not seen her for many years, and there are many remaining memories and habits.
There are no traces of her.
Under the orange desk lamp, in the lonely shadow of the dark night,
There was always a bunch of ponytails beating, jumping sideways repeatedly on the runway of youth. He never reached out to grab it. He was used to looking at her back and imitating her little moves.
Later, he was confused and slowly understood that this was called secret love.
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There is an ordinary girl who is really afraid of wasting away her youth in trivial matters over time.
She studied everything in the story, read a lot of books and forgot about utilitarianism, but turned herself into the most utilitarian person.
"I could have endured the night if I had never seen the sun."
Traveling through the glitz of big cities, experiencing thousands of beauties in the world, reading millions of books, living a secular life,
But none of them were experienced by me personally.
Children in small towns are unwilling to give in
She didn't want to think of her ordinary name as lifeless. She thought of the crowds as pure and indifferent, the flowers were greedy for the face, and the mountains were vast. She thought of thousands of crowds and mountains and seas, and she could also see the top of the white mountain.
Intention: Just like the poems on the paper, they belong to you in the distance, and so do I.