The white homing pigeons cooed, and occasionally a few stopped at the window, looking at the people in the house with their bean-like eyes.
"Today's music quiz for the first graders. Please prepare for it."
After a long time, "Next person, name."
"He Yingdong, Xia Yuanqing."
"Choral piece?"
"Auld Lang Syne."
Have you ever met such a person in your life——
Not relatives, not lovers, but friends who support each other. You walk together, run together, walk side by side on the crooked road, until the leaves of the sycamore tree turn yellow and turn green, wither and grow again, until the universe is prehistoric and the earth lasts forever.
PS: I prefer friendship, if there is love, write whatever you want.
Intention: Our life is spring and scenery ten thousand times.