One Half of the String Length

Where the osmanthus shadow is mottled, things are the same and people are no longer the same. My childhood was always patchwork. There was neither the buzz of insects and misbehavior in the countryside nor the prosperity of the city. There was only a feeling of being out of tune with the city. There is no doubt that this kind of life is silent, like a bass, but a piece of music will not always be monotonous. A soprano, let's call her Miss Changxian, vaguely remembers that it was a sunny afternoon. The sunlight slipped through the window and pulled your hair. You looked at him in silence with sparkling eyes. That was the beginning of a story. I just feel that my schoolbag is very heavy and my time is very light. He is fashionable and taciturn, and does not take the initiative to have friends, Miss Changxian should be a very cheerful person. She talks and laughs all day long. Even if her smile is not pleasant, it just makes me happy. As if life should be like this, carefree and innocent