Preface: The Wrinkles of Time and the Echoes of Memory
Many, many years passed before I began to recollect this past event. Time is like a ruthless sculptor, using its magic to polish the edges of memory bit by bit, erasing some and leaving some behind. Those once vivid pictures gradually faded, the faces of the characters became blurred, and even the names began to drift away in my mind, like dust in the wind, unable to be caught or retained. However, certain feelings are like imprints engraved in my bones, always clear and painful, always reminding me of the past that once existed but is irreversible.
That charming girl rushed into my life in such a blind way, like a sudden gust of wind, disrupting my originally peaceful life. Her appearance was without warning, yet it seemed like she was destined. Her smile, her words, and her movements all had an indescribable magic that attracted me involuntarily. Her existence is like an impromptu movement, without a fixed melody, but full of surprises and surprises. During that time, it seemed as if it was lit up by her light, and the whole world became vivid and warm.
Concept: Life comes and goes like waves of wheat. This is my story, and it is also your story.