Feng Xia met Song Yinghuai, that is, the little sun was hammered down with a mallet.
Slow-heated and stubborn little sun×The mouth owes others the big stick
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Fengxia was born in early summer, and met Song Yinghuai in midsummer when he was sixteen.
Many years have passed, and he can't forget that midsummer, when Song Yinghuai smiled carelessly at him with a candied haws in his mouth.
"I was born in summer, and I look forward to summer again."
I look forward to summer every summer, looking forward to the summer when he is there.
"The waves are rushing on the fifth floor, and the strong wind breaks the waves and embraces the light."
The fifth floor is like a long wave of waves, and the youth has come to an end. The ringing of the bell can no longer catch up with the light and shadow running towards the cafeteria.
Concept: Youth and love