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——Copywriting:
The wind comes from the northwest, carrying the roughness of the sand;
The waves go to the southeast, carrying the warmth of the shells.
Their encounter was the coolness of the banyan leaves falling on the hot forehead, and the sound of the letter hidden in the tree hole being opened by the monsoon wind.
She used the stars in the northwest to write her thoughts, saying "Haizi in the desert will catch the falling starlight"; she used the waves in the southeast as a reply, painting "the wind will combine the sand and shells to form a complete hometown."
I thought that the monsoon would connect all the unfinished promises, but I didn't expect that some farewells would fall to the ground before the stars.
She burned the last letter to the southeast wind and watched the ashes rolled with "like" drifting to the northwest; in the ward late at night, she listened to her writing "I like you" while she said it, and saved her strength for the unsaid "me too".
The hottest word in youth is never "forever", but "I remember" - I remember the shape of the sand grains, the texture of the shells, and when the monsoon blew through my hair, we were each other's hometown.
"Let every gust of wind and every word become a letter I write to you, okay?
—Just like the sand in the northwest will eventually be carried to the southeast by the monsoon, and the shells in the southeast will eventually be washed ashore by the waves, love and memory will continue in another form and become "forever summer."
Concept: Regrets and partings in youth are never a denial of love
