Library

My name is Xu Qing. The sun shines on the ground through the leaves, and the wind blows gently through the hair, saying a final goodbye. "Guoguo, come on!" It's coming, it's coming. Xu Qing held on to her graduation cap, ran to the camera, and took this last photo with her classmates. Click ----- a picture, recorded for three years. At night, Xu Qing took out the yellowed photo and entered into memories. I met him in elementary school. When we first met, I saw this "flat-headed brother" with a twist in his hair, which was really memorable. We didn't have many interactions after that. We finished elementary school and then entered junior high school. When we were in junior high school, we were not in the same middle school. He went to a key school in city A, and I went to a private school in city B. I am overwhelmed by homework every day. The two of us often met each other in tutoring institutions with a tacit understanding. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, meeting good friends also made me feel happy.