How lucky you are to have your youth as bright as a flower.
In Miao Miao's youth, there were friends and him.
When she was seventeen, she only dared to look at him from a distance behind him.
When she was eighteen years old, her favorite thing was to silently follow him on his way home. She could not hide her smile as the dim street lights flickered.
At the age of twenty-seven, she looked at him in his dress under the bright lights, excitedly and nervously handed her hand to him, clasping her fingers tightly, and she finally married him.
Ten years did not feel long to her. Tears flashed in her eyes, and memories flashed. The man lowered his head and kissed her hand. After passing through the years, she saw the unruly young man again. Unlike the indifference in his eyes at that time, his eyes were full of tenderness.
She waited until she met the boy she had loved since childhood.
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She looked back at the audience. Her friends whom she had met since she was a child applauded with smiles on their faces. They were all happy for her.
Jiang Ziang held Yang Ranran's hand, Li Yunqing leaned on Chen Jiang's shoulder, and Chen Xinxin narrowed her eyes and chatted and laughed with Song Zhenan and Wu Yiyang. We have walked through the green years hand in hand, and we are still together today.
From boyhood to youth, it is love that always supports us to move forward.
Time flies, and the years fly by. I always hope that we can get what we want and our original intentions remain unchanged.
Youth is short, and of course I hope we can have fewer regrets. I would like to write this article to pay tribute to the young man in my youth.
Intention: Our youth, don't talk about regrets, only talk about luck