On the steps was the boy's lonely back. Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell in his hair and swept across Qingjun's face.
The little girl wrapped in a down jacket quietly glanced at the crowd, secretly stretched out her white fingers and gently poked the boy's hand, her soft voice sounded like the warm sun in winter.
"Xie Lin, those who have seen the first snow together will be together forever."
"We will be with you"
Later, when the first snow in front of him was like light feathers, the corners of the boy's eyes were red, and he asked in a dumb voice
"I heard that on the day of the first snow, those who lie will be forgiven and those who leave will look back. Will she come back?"
There was silence, no one answered
their story
Just one year is ridiculous
But the clouds are gone
But ten years of waiting
no ending
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Probably the stories of youth will end with separation.
The boy under the red flag is always enthusiastic.
The article is short and the writing style is not very good. Sorry for your understanding.
——2022.11.19
Mission: freedom and independence
