·When Duan Feng met Tan Yue in college, the wind blew their collars. The summer sunshine illuminated half of their faces, and the cicadas kept chirping. Duan Feng took Tan Yue away from home on his motorcycle, and came to the beach again and again, watching the waves crashing on the beach, and the light salty wind from the sea wet their foreheads. On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Duan Feng stood alone on a huge rock with a handful of white hydrangea in his hand. His eyes were dry and astringent, and everything was quiet, except for the sound of distant ships in the dark night, and occasionally a long steam whistle. The lighthouse was lit, and a beam of light shone on him. He found a person standing on the rock slightly higher, it was Tan Yue. They stared at each other wordlessly, the sea breeze ruffling their hair. The light from the lighthouse came from afar, illuminating the right side of Duan Feng's face and the left side of Tan Yue's face. The hair that was blown by the wind was coated with a layer of light, and even the eyes were brightened with silver light. Gradually, the eyes of each other were enlarged, and they just looked at each other like this, as if they had received a wet kiss just fished from the sea. The wind kept caressing the two of them.
·This is a short, perhaps somewhat interesting story. I am willing to depict the plain feelings of these two people, and in such a sincere emotion, I would like to depict the conflicts and love that occur in real life. No matter at any time or in any literary genre, I think we should never forget the spontaneous and deepest love deep in our hearts.
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Intention: We always reconcile everything with the experience of love