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Love is not vigorous, but long-lasting. The evening breeze blew into the campus and blew up the ends of her hair, blowing the setting sun red. It entered my eyes and opened my hazy love. I like the evening breeze, and I like to see her in the evening breeze of spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the evening, I walked with her, sat on the playground, and enjoyed the sunset with her. The evening wind ruffled her hair and my thoughts, making me confused and unable to find the direction of the light. I really want to explore, but the way forward is too confusing. It made me shrink and dare not move forward. The evening breeze caressed the campus streets. The fluttering rustle of the sycamore trees brushed through my hair and clothes, collecting my hazy thoughts about love. What caught his eye was a young man in a colored sweatshirt on the playground runway looking at the girl's back, and his eyes were full of love for the girl. The memories melted away, and I stopped at the moment when my heart was beating, thinking about the moment of youth. Looking at the corner of the future is full of confusion. How I want to walk in the place where I met her again and face the sun. Release my regretful youth. .

Whether it is regret or redemption, regret or compensation, pursuit or abandonment, the brief intersection makes it a new starting point, an ending, a beginning or an end. I want to write it down and let it be remembered for a lifetime!