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It is always rainy in the small town by the river, and the memories there seem to be soaked in the rain, hazy. After you left that small town, even your profile as you looked out the window began to become blurry. Probably in this life, you and I have been like solitary geese in the sky, leaving traces as they pass by, but never intersecting again. However, on that misty and rainy day, when I stepped into the university gate, I suddenly discovered that you were on that campus, passing by with an umbrella. "Senior, please stay." I only use this article to commemorate the lost student days and those youthful campus love songs. Readership: 948629348