Can you give me detailed information about Xia Wuji? I like her very much. Thank you.

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This is a legend that everyone will experience.

Lying in the sky during the day, wandering in the quiet of imagination. You look at a large green shadow outside the window. Countless first encounters and looking back goodbye passed by between the grass color and the light and shadow of the leaves. Half of the ground in the house was exposed to the unpredictable sunshine with different shades of straight marks. You clearly know the direction of dandelion falling, and you also know that leaves fall in autumn and winter, and spring is trapped in the story of the coming year. And his and her voices, turned into a few fragmentary sentences, condensed or scattered, repeatedly telling the late ending.

It's summer.

The white shirts hanging on the balcony are dripping with water, and they stick together unconsciously. The logo of CK is blurred by years, Cheng Shuiyin. Toothpaste-like pigments were randomly piled up on the table. An unfinished pencil, two cups, white and blue, snuggled together. The tape in the tape recorder faded and stopped walking, and suddenly the button popped up. It seems to be tired, too, and never makes any noise. Summer solstice, not yet.

This story does not foretell how things will develop. With the Ran Ran smoke evaporated from camphor trees in summer, we entered a hazy memory. There are boys and girls, Fu Xiaosi, Chang Xia, Lu Zhiang and Cheng Qiqi. It is dark white and soft, floating closely together like a dream. A city appeared in the sky in a trance. We looked up and there was a familiar pain from the deepest part of the pupil. Finally, we turned around and shed tears.

Who did you meet? Summer inadvertently left a shadow, turned your face and spent a long century. Fortunately, he found out what he had missed. Your life has just begun to be stormy and clear. A long summer.

This is a hundred percent ordinary girl. All girls should be lonely, but she is buried in her heart, hidden between her eyes, quietly trying to be honest but fragile. I put all these adjectives together, but I can't describe the long summer. Or, she wore the same school uniform as you and stood on the street in Shanghai not far away, passing you countless times. You didn't leave a word, so you turned and walked on a different zebra crossing.

Who wants it? There's Fu Xiaosi anyway.

I never believe that there is such a thing as destiny takes a hand, but some people have carved marks on the palm of your left hand. Inadvertently and carefully reaching out, skinny people are densely connected into invisible spirits, whispering in his ear and guiding him to find his original owner. In this way, the appearance of long summer is more reasonable. Through the distance of time or just the change of a traffic light, she is the purity that is being pursued.

Perhaps without the appearance of long summer, their seventeen-year-old group will be eclipsed in the cycle of time. Without her, Fu Xiaosi would have no chance to make up chemistry for girls. Without her, how could Lu Zhiang lie on the grass and be suddenly frightened by tears? Without her, she will never run hand in hand with girls on the way to school in her life. Without her, Qiqi would lose her singing and become different.

Fortunately, in such countless summers, she is a picture that no one can erase. Even in the end, it seems that time has settled. She gave up her resistance and struggle, leaving Asakawa, Cinnamomum camphora and Fu Xiaosi in her life. This must seem like a heart-wrenching sadness and pain, but who can stay in summer forever? For those tortuous stories, for these unreasonable love-hate relationships, she has been exhausted and even scarred. The train roared by, and maybe the other side is where the long summer belongs.

Who did you meet? The unfinished oil painting is still hanging on the wall. Even now, you stubbornly paint with heavy oil. You are waiting for someone. However, it is already summer. Fu Xiaosi.

No matter who will agree with this view, boys and girls are completely different creatures. They should have sharp edges and corners and laugh at them stubbornly. Even if they are lazy in class because of their natural science talent, they can achieve beautiful results and will definitely fight. After the fight, they will stick a plaster to drink water. And he, Fu Xiaosi, can't hold everyone's breath at the mention of this name.

Want is not perfect, can't be picky.

I always believe that a boy like Fu Xiaosi can't live alone. There are too many lonely factors in the fundus. His deadpan nature makes him deadpan, and his defense surrounds him like reinforced concrete. The person who discovered this was the first Lu Zhiang and later Chang Xia. They used their affection to melt the sharpness of Fu Xiaosi bit by bit, and all the purposes and injuries were isolated. Friendship and love meet in a certain place, like magic, fixing the morning light and sunrise behind the teenager.

Light can't help falling in love with him. Waiting is a long and silent summer.

Without any intention, he drew his favorite color on the canvas. The color of long summer is blue in the sky, gorgeous and calm. The color of Lu Zhiang has always been white, pure and brilliant. In this way, youth lingers in the coming and going of oil paints and brushes, ushering in a dust fog that confuses right and wrong. No one knows why you are hovering on the road, so that you can be found. What's the difference before and after becoming famous? Fu Xiaosi is naturally no longer the teenager wearing a white shirt and riding a bicycle under the camphor tree, but he still has soft hair and beautiful corners of his mouth, and he believes in the story of an angel in his heart.

That's enough. After the pain was painted, I got the calmness of growing up.

Who have you met? Who said that cherry blossoms will have a shelf life and have to be with you? Who stood in the wind and saw his figure and suddenly burst into tears? Is it summer? Lu Zhiang.

His smile can race against the sun, boundless, infecting everyone's nerves. You raised your eyes and saw his casual expression. The shadow of the white shirt through the light is blown by the wind. For some reason, he put his hands in his pockets and laughed loudly, and his heart, which had been prepared to calm down, jumped suddenly. Just like the fifth page of All Girls' Comics, the hero falls into the mortal world from all directions, trying to conquer the hearts of all girls.

Love suddenly created a gap in the river bank. With a touch, the world becomes a black-and-white movie in loneliness.

Lu Zhiang won't close his world, but he has the sensitivity and confusion that Fu Xiaosi doesn't have. There are so many things that can hurt him in this world, even if it is only a rainy night, just the cold cherry blossoms after spring, it will make him look back sadly. Facing the unbearable pain of sitting on the ground with his mother in his arms, he felt inexplicably sad when he thought of his impulsive doubts and blood-stained hands. He couldn't stop pulling hard.

Last year, Fu Xiaosi and Chang Xia and I staggered on the fence and giggled at the schoolbag floating in the water. Mingming was lying next to a small company a while ago telling old jokes together, and I still remember throwing a pillow that day in the long summer. Ear also often hear Fu Xiaosi shouting the same name, little Leon, little Leon. These things should still be in sight. How can it suddenly become a fat bath bubble and break at the touch? There is nothing left.

I can't go back anyway, but I don't even have time to say goodbye. Can you still find me? Will the man who rides a bike with his left hand and drinks coke with his right hand, who wobbles all the way and is always late, still remember?

Who did you meet? The sunshine on this day has not yet fully risen, but it is dazzling. Perhaps it is because I can't bear to see the tears you quietly wipe away, and the dew pursues the dawn early. After all, you have never regretted it, about summer. Meet.

When I met and read these two words, I was presented with a face pretending to be rebellious and wet hair. Both the former and the latter are pitiful. But that's the last thing she needs. I am very happy to meet someone as important as her name, and I can meet important people and things in my journey.

First Qingtian, the boy who brought her ear holes and CD, later walked with her, and then it was a long summer, which made her look like a small animal. The two girls got together, crying and laughing absurdly. Chang Xia will repeat her name, meet and meet, which makes her feel at ease when she closes her eyes. After that, it was a bridge. She didn't think of the bridge until the end. It turns out that the angel has always been there and never left. It was because she thought she was abandoned and chose to fly away. It was because she broke the wings of an angel.

The sight is far away, and the time is far away. Will she unconsciously touch her lips when she hears Qiqi's songs in the convenience store? The field she was so eager to enter has become farther and farther away from herself with the bustling rainbow. Countless beautiful dreams have broken all over the floor like glass. She can't find her willfulness in her teens or catch up with her reckless courage.

In fact, some things really can't be started by pressing the back button. But that's why it's precious, you know, so are we.

Who did you meet? The picture is the same as the edited picture, with a little intricate lines added. Liu Hai has a flat forehead and colorful Lancome powder makeup. Don't say you don't know me, at least it's summer. Cheng Qiqi.

Roses, hiding in the corner, are light red and dark red, and then suddenly burn, red streamer. We always like to overlap these two numbers and call them special girls. She went to music without hesitation, sang beauty, turned around and sang freely. Although she is proud of being red, she has not taken root savagely. When she met ignorance in the long summer, she made up the sky freely and walked strongly.

Seven years, just two words, but how many have come and gone.

Don't forget me, look at the endless blue-purple ocean. This is the flower that she carefully hides in the depths of her soul. Roses are so gorgeous that no one tries to take a look at the scenery behind them. Aside from all the disguised expressions, she was just a soft light blue and lavender, and the grand bone blossomed with a clear fragrance. Her eyebrows fell down and she fell asleep on Chang Xia's shoulder. Those who like small companies are suppressed after the ditty. Even if there is a day to sing, whoever wants to sing can't be there, and they still seem to live in vain.

Then July 7th reached the summit. There are countless beautiful covers and coats, but when you pass by KTV and hear someone singing that once song, you will still be moved by it, as if you have faded away from the lead and returned to Asakawa, and your eyes will shine for their appreciation in the middle school.

I will still habitually look around for that camphor tree.

The phoenix flowers in Asakawa bloomed before the end of summer, and the stall of beef noodles was placed in a corner of the roadside, and no one had heard of Tianjin. 17 oil paintings are gradually lost all over the world, and Coca-Cola vending machines are labeled as broken. The poster in front of the bookstore has already been changed, and the camphor tree dyed with the seasonal piano is singing leisurely. Summer solstice, not yet.

Who you meet, count silently for three seconds, who you meet, who you fly away from your fingertips, who you meet, who you meet trillions of light years behind a season, who the stars suddenly fall into a fog when they come out, who you meet, who the nameless name in your left hand is wrapped around, and who you meet, which covers your heart upside down.

Who did you meet? Who is it? In countless summers.