In the second year of high school, the tall Chinese Sophora japonica tree on the Huaizhong campus that witnessed the years and was full of elegance was waiting for the opportunity to say goodbye to the senior students.
It was also at this time that a new transfer student came to class 3 of the second grade of high school because of an old thing.
It's looking for old friends and looking back at the old world.
She couldn't let go.
— —
"The peach blossoms, the peach blossoms, the peach blossoms that burn brightly."
"Liang Zhuo, peach blossoms, Zhuo Zhuo its flowers."
"Looking through the autumn water is too painful."
"She was alone in the wilderness, surrounded by burning foxtail grass."
The dog's tail grass embers have been floating for four years, the four years they missed.
That was four years before their best friend left when they were still young.
It's four years when spring comes and winter doesn't leave.
— —
"Why are you leaving again?"
"Will... Come back?"
On the night after the college entrance examination, someone in the private room suggested playing truth or dare. Liang Zhuo didn't want to play, but he was so lucky that the wine bottle was turned to him for the first time.
Not so lucky, the host picked a boring question that is only encountered in primary school essay writing: "Which of the four seasons do you hate the most?"
It's really a boring question.
"Spring."
The students around me were making noises, and the bold ones asked why.
"If you don't like it, you just don't like it. Why?"
Taoyao only took classes in the second semester of her senior year until mid-April, and then went back.
— —
"After you left, I no longer liked spring."
But it is a rare limitation that we meet in spring. "
It's a past that cannot be made up by four plus three.
Purpose: World peace and good health