When he was seventeen, he stood under the basketball hoop and smiled at me. When the wind blew, he always complained that he should cut his hair shorter.
From then on, no one can compare with him in my heart, including himself at the age of twenty
The paper airplane he owed me has never been repaid
As the wind level changes, it becomes a piece of waste paper in my memory.
Purpose: Facing loneliness is a lifelong issue