The class placement at the age of seventeen brought a group of people together.
The noisy Shi Jiu, the laid-back Zhou Duheng, the lively Yu Qian, the quiet Chen Shi'an, and Feng Mian with those hazy blue eyes - they walked into Qi Wanqing's world.
We complained about the pile of test papers together, and we also skipped self-study to watch the snow. I fell so hard at the ski resort and laughed so hard at the hot pot restaurant that my eyes turned red. There are endless thoughts hidden in the phone calls late at night, and the classrooms in the early morning have witnessed too many unspoken gazes...
Time is like the slowly falling snow outside the corridor, quietly covering every ordinary and shining day. The group of wanton teenagers thought that such days would be very long.
It wasn't until later that I realized——
Youth is only a few snowfalls long.
The snow has stopped, some people are still staying in the same place, and some people have gone away.
A few snowfalls fell from the sky, and we went through several winters together.
When the snow melts, we all grow up.
Intention: We were side by side in the same snow
