"How should I love you.
The wind blows the prayer flags of time,
I can't even get in.
Not even remotely. "
——Yu Xiuhua "Moonlight Falls on the Left Hand"
He went south with the panic of falling apart in the distance and the turmoil of a young man who was overwhelmed.
April of that year when I came to Huaicheng coincided with warm spring; the bayberry season was earlier than usual.
It was an accidental encounter in advance that gave him his first familiar face in this city.
It became a frivolous dream that will be remembered for a lifetime.
The sunny little bully x the transfer student with a poisonous tongue
It is sweet and refreshing, warming and healing.
Campus to highway (? Two-way secret love but straight ball (? Shuangjie, the main subject
The slightest bit of abuse is in the memories section
I have restrained myself for a long time,
It's just that the warmth of spring touches people's hearts,
It's just that the sweetness disturbs the taste buds,
It's just the mottled walls of the old-fashioned zigzag dormitory building.
Just in time to catch the scent of peppermint soap in the wind blowing through your freshly washed clothes.
This is my first experience of writing in elementary school. I don't know the rules very well. I am immature and of low quality. I welcome any corrections.
Concept: The pulse of youth is no regrets and freedom.