"The throbbing of youth,"
"It seems like I can really remember it for a long, long time."
…
I am fifteen or sixteen years old and in my prime, but I am never young.
Being young is the lush and scorching sun, the train passing in front of you, I breathed a sigh of relief at the glass, and wiped away the sour melancholy of seeing your face again, and the moonlight that confused me when it fogged up at night.
The first time I met Tang Shuguang was in the corridor of memories next to the principal's office in the north of the school. At that time, he was still a top student in the 11th Middle School. He had won various awards for many years and was a "provincial champion reserve" with a promising future. Tang Shuguang was also a well-known gangster in the school and a "great artist" Liming Yue.
I studied music and he studied literature. Our two parallel lines, which had no intersection at all, intersected in an accident.
Intention: Try the eyes of others like a will-o'-the-wisp, boldly follow your own path