I always like to look at the clusters of winter jasmine flowers downstairs in the classroom, and the bright and tender yellow color when they are in full bloom. I enjoy flowers in spring and look forward to them in winter, but I am not desperate because I know that spring will come sooner or later.
I think there will always be a bright spring day. I will go down and pick the most brilliant and vital little flower openly and give it to the first person I see when I turn around.
Of course, also for myself.
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It is an unorthodox romance, not a sweet novel, and not a standard group portrait. The name of the story is related to the time, but what it actually tells is a story between a girl and her courage.
Campus literature + first person = Hell starts
Therefore, those who can meet and stay are probably destined people.
Intention: I wish you find the courage to start again.