Obviously there is a bright road extending in front of you, but you have to hold on to the shabby memory. Childhood childhood sweethearts, math teacher secretly in junior high school, college girlfriend who loves and hates, and even the flowers and plants related to it. If people's memory can be measured in bytes, these chaotic fragments have already taken up most of our disk space, and we have been too late to "clean up the debris" after fleeing the scene for a long time.
Inexplicably remembered a sentence-"growth is always lonely and not to be told." Struggling hard in my little Xingyi, even if it has been fragmented and looking back, the nostalgia is still endless, and I can't help but reach out to stay. Claiming to be-Loser.
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