Mei Qing's conversation

The sun shone through the thick leaves and fell on the two children. The two children are lying next to each other, fresh as a moving picture, full of lush years and youthful years.

He always keeps this promise. All along, as he said at that time, he has been standing by her silently, bearing everything and never giving up.

Memories are so sweet that when I wake up, my heart is full of tenderness.

Juhui's cheeks are smudged with pink, her eyes look slowly, and a smile suddenly appears. At that time, everything in the world had lost its color and condensed eternity.

Nisan's hand caressed Juhui's eyes, and her eyelashes were long, like a small fan, trembling in Nisan's hand, like the wings of a wounded moth. Soon, Nissen's fingers were covered with tears.

All right. "The shadow in the eyes was immediately dispersed. He laughed and let her run away.

-it doesn't matter if you don't have a lifetime. Now he's happy-

-That's enough.

In every cherished memory, there will always be such a person who brings life to this memory. And my impression of the primary school period is full of her shadow and struggle with her.

If missing is a kind of torture, then missing someone you will never see again must be the most terrible torture, right? Every time I walk in the sunny corridor, I always think of the bright sunshine when I first met her and stared at her for the last time.

I still remember that eventful spring, that stagnant and crazy day. All the good things in my life seem to have started from that time.

The moonlight is as clear as a dream, and the autumn clouds are intoxicated with the west wind. I sat alone on the roof, counting every bud I planted here that longed for happiness. Forcing myself not to think, but somehow, the little star in front of me always overlaps with the baby bear's shallow smile.

It turns out that they came over like that, childhood friends, supporting each other. She is a little boyish and laughs casually, but it doesn't hinder his feelings for her. That adversity and * * * know each other and cherish each other.

She was the only one he saw, heard, heard and thought. He saw clearly that there was something sad in the bloody sunset.

They have seen the starry sky together. The ninth floor of the country is brightly lit, antique and full of flowers at dawn. In those ethereal scents, there are traces of youth and words.

Her wings fell, her expression solidified, faded and disappeared.

Who is he? His warm smile, bright eyes, and gentle words of comfort, now, only in their own memory as a memorial.

I remember when I was young. She likes singing, and he likes laughing. Trouble, tears and unrestrained smiles and hugs.

So many brilliant blue days have been torn apart.