Can the two girls sitting under the tree close their eyes and see the happiness and beauty of the future through the sunlight? Lady, afternoon tea, her husband is the handsome sunshine guy she secretly loves. Have you ever had such a dream?
Why don't we dare to speak out about our love for our sweetheart? He dragged his best sister and went to see the person he liked, but when he saw him turn around, he ran away immediately. Pick up or steal his belongings and take them with you, as if he is accompanying you. Write his name on the paper, neatly, over and over again. I thought he would fall in love with him. Is it like this?
When was it that we and our favorite sisters exchanged the secret that could not be told to others, and then cried and laughed together, happy for each other's happiness, and sad for each other's sadness. Help her to confess, send love letters, they are all so relentless. Think of yourself as an omnipotent messenger, that kind of courageous look that you can never have in your own love.
Youth is when you stand in front of him, 100% of you will run away, write a love letter, but leave someone else's name to test it out. On the way to meet him, over and over again... Does he like me? How could he like me? Can we date? How can we possibly communicate? Does he love me? How could he love me?
Summer, the seaside, the beach, the sun... The waves hit us and we hold hands, you hug me and say, don't, don't be afraid. I, I'm... Do you want to kiss me, I ask you, you say, aren't girls more shy? I smiled, jumped up, and went to play in the water. You are standing behind me stupidly, black, thin, tall, with white teeth...the smile melts everything.
My name is Zhang Shihao, Scorpio, O type, swimming team guitar club, what's wrong with me?
What's wrong with him, what's so good about me, why don't I love him?
I'm a girl, I love boys,
I'm a girl, I love boys,
I'm a girl, I...
But she doesn't care, she doesn't care about me anymore, what happened to me... How did you survive? Is this how you survived? I hope to see that day come soon...
Years later, I see the young man riding his bicycle through the blue gate, his floral shirt fluttering in the wind... Everything is so beautiful, like the beauty of youth, how beautiful it is, just How beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and beautiful.
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