A small tree grows slowly.
During this period, there were so many winds and rains, and so many grievances. When the small tree grew up, it turned into sunshine pouring down all over the body.
Ha ha. I just want to tell a story about trees.
Tell a story about the girls in my life.
In the story, there are no absolutely kind girls, no absolutely innocent girls, and no absolutely vicious girls. Some are just absolutely pure girls.
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I would like to write this article in memory of every friend I have truly loved in the past three years. I miss my high school years and the green campus that once belonged to me.
And, thank you, thank you, Xiaoshu.