I would like to pay tribute to my youth that I can never get back with this article.
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In the third grade, when sycamore leaves fell all over the desk, and Cao Ziang pushed the strawberry-flavored eraser to her, Lin Qianqian thought this would be forever.
But later——
Wang Hao's pushing and pushing turned into faded scars, Zhou Hang's indifference froze her entire adolescence, and even Zhang Qi's airtight "protection" became a net that trapped her.
She once ran after the light:
It was Cao Ziang's drooping eyelashes when he lectured, it was his mother's insistence on the sweaty temples, and it was the strawberry candy handed over by Lin Zhiyi.
It wasn't until one day that I looked back and realized that I had already become the light for others.
Those snatched erasers, the scratched 38 lines, the nights when I cried and said "I will never be my roommate again",
It turned out to be a foreshadowing of growth.
"I'll wait for you on the high school playground and let's run the 800 meters together next year."
——We were all light chasers, and in the end we became each other's light.
Intention: Those regrets of not being able to travel together when we were young will eventually become the glimmer of light that illuminates the way forward in the relief of growing up.