We meet in the golden autumn when the cicada song ends, and we part in the midsummer when the cicada song begins.
"Zhu Mingze, will we meet again?" The girl's eyes were shining with tears. The boy raised his hand to touch the girl's head, but put it down and only responded in a low voice.
Life is like a train. Someone will accompany you for a while and then get off, but there is always someone who is very greedy and hopes to accompany you to the terminal.
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