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We have come from the childhood of laughter and fun, and have grown up together in the most beautiful years. They fight wildly outside the classroom, walk side by side in the streets, and the brotherhood is unbreakable; the flower of love quietly blooms in the heart, pure and passionate. Young people are always reckless, and if they try to be brave, they will inevitably be frustrated and beaten. Looking back many years later, those noisy daily routines, sincere affection, young love, and occasional embarrassment have all become sparkling beauty in my memory.