[Short story about childhood sweethearts, he]
Adults often say that time is like a song, flowing into a river of memory.
But my memory can only be regarded as a small ditch.
But I know that I am the happiest person in the world.
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First person, rural fairy tale style, brother and sister love story.
I wrote a short story many years ago. I particularly like these two children.
Renovated and moved up^^
Intention: Goodwill fills the world.
