The autumn breeze is blowing slowly, and the first semester of my second year of high school is an important moment that changes the destiny of my life. It happened to be that time when you and I met here; in this early autumn in the south.
In the days that followed.
He and I rode bicycles together on the withered ginkgo road in autumn, ate a bowl of hot wonton stew together on the roadside in winter, and caught fireflies with their tails glowing at night amid the chirping of cicadas in summer.
I folded thousands of stars for him in the middle of the night. The night light withstood the darkness of the night and illuminated my unstoppable love for him, burning like a fire that cannot be wrapped in paper.
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