Can the cool breeze of autumn catch up with the fleeing tail of summer?
"Qiaoqiao, come here quickly, I brought you watermelon-flavored fruit candies!"
Song Qiaoqiao looked at Chen Mosheng, who was a foot away from me, dumbfounded.
She cautiously approached in his direction, and when she saw Chen Mosheng standing there smiling in the spring breeze, she murmured to herself, forgetting everything around her.
"It's still spring by the way."
Song Qiaoqiao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes while thinking about it, and she wanted to get closer to him little by little. Her pace became faster and faster, and finally she started running.
With tears still in the corners of her eyes, she ran towards him with all her strength.
The summer sun was scorching, and Song Qiaoqiao was covered in sweat and tears, but in the end it was all in vain.
Looking at the white field in front of me, I choked up and said, "Chen Mosheng, this candy is bitter!"
Intention: Wouldn't it be a tragedy to say goodbye?