When growing up all the way, I go and go. ... a string of footprints that stretches for a long, long time.
One year I saw the sea. One year, a boy smiled at me and raised his eyebrows.
The heroine's long hair flutters beautifully and willfully. The male protagonist is foolishly and casually dull and peaceful. White shirt and short skirt. White clouds in summer.
Hey, let's go see the sea together.
When I heard the sound of the waves, it was a song by the sister of the Deng family.
She didn't come to the class reunion.
Where is she?
The grinning friend told him she said she missed someone who slept in the bathtub.
He watched in disappointment as the train whizzed past. As soon as she looked up, she was struck by the bright smile of a summer flower under her sun hat.
Did you hear the waves?
I no longer believe in the "thinking is parabolic" assertion. I also don't want to continue the story with you.
I just want to go and see the sea this summer.
Because the story has long since settled in my heart, and I have never forgotten it.
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