At the coming-of-age ceremony, Zhou Yizhi lazily leaned against the wall with half-squinted eyes, watching the dazzling girl on the stage walking towards him step by step against the light. So beautiful, he thought.
Luo Miao stood still in front of him, slowly raised the corners of her lips, and spread her right hand towards him. Zhou Yizhi put his left hand on her, held her soft hand, and pulled her onto the stage.
The music played and young men and women danced gracefully, but there was only one person in Zhou Yizhi's eyes. Luo Miao's right hand was held by him and raised up, her body slowly rotated, her skirt showed a beautiful arc, and the girl's fragrance hit her nostrils.
Many years later, someone asked him which moment was his most heart-warming moment, and what came to his mind was the girl against the light and the fragrant fragrance.
Intention: In countless summers, we will always be young.