That is the youth I miss, it is the main theme of youth. He will never grow old and will always be full of aura, because he exists in my memories.
"Classmate Xiaobing, see you tomorrow!"
At this moment, at twilight, the sky was slightly dark, and only the white clouds in the sky were the brightest. She tied up her high ponytail and stood in the empty space in the sky. I immediately used my naked eyes as a camera, trying my best to I imprinted this portrait in my mind, and wow, her dimples were gleaming, and her big, watery eyes were looking at me. Her eyes were as soft as the spring breeze and as pleasant as the peach blossoms. Jiayi was wearing a blue and white school uniform and carrying a cute khaki schoolbag. He raised his arms high and waved at me. I had not had much social interaction since I was a child, and this was the first time I experienced waving goodbye and going home for dinner.
I was also sincerely happy and jumped up on the spot to say goodbye to her.
Intention: There is always someone to tell romantic stories, beautiful stories of youth, and of course that person can be me.