That first winter was the biggest first snow I have ever seen. I don't know whether it was the wind blowing the snow or the snow blowing the wind. I just remember that we seemed to be trapped in a shaking snow globe, and the air was filled with snowflakes.
The next winter, it didn't snow much, and I didn't see you much.
In the winter of the third year, it was the coldest first snow I have ever experienced. It seemed that God took pity on me and I couldn't help crying. The cold air froze my tears into snowflakes and fell down. The wind was very cold that day and the snow was heavy, like the first snow of the first year, but you would no longer be around me.
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The love of youth is like a bottle of soda that has been shaken. As long as he responds, the lid suddenly pops open, and the soda mixed with bubbles spurts out.
Xiang Zhihan has always liked reading novels and comics, so she guessed that the boy who always fights with her would be her male protagonist. Candy, soda, small notes, and sneak peeks that pretend to be casual but full of loopholes, the elements of a youthful campus novel are there. Why doesn't he say he loves me yet?
We will be together, just like the hero and heroine in the novel "Youth Pain".
But his candy will be given to others, so refuse his candy. His likes will be given to others, so refuse his likes. Why does the longing-for campus love end so poorly?
You ended our relationship so suddenly that you were afraid to even look at me. It turns out that breaking up is just a matter of blurting out.
The last time we met in midsummer, we were not far apart, and we looked at each other briefly and were relatively speechless.
This is the final outcome.
No, it's not.
A disappointing prophetic dream, the mate finally awakens.
My author, my mother, my Virgin Mary.
I will fight for myself what I want in the future.
Purpose: To commemorate the fruitless love