Maybe you won’t see it again, the yellowish sky at the time of parting.
The beginning of autumn is over, the autumn is full of meaning, the wind is singing, singing the sad past.
turned around, hard to look back, let the faint sorrow wash away the youth.
Yesterday’s cheers and laughter flashed past, clear and beautiful, full of vigor and vitality.
The neat rows of white shoes, the crisp cicadas, and the flapping and cheering from the stadium, what a pure youth.
suddenly looked back, and found that everything was quiet, the little white shoes were gone, the cicadas could not be heard, and the cheers disappeared.
Oh! It turned out that when it was time to say goodbye again, the white T-shirt was full of memories and filled with the nicknames of the best friends. It was dirty but still carefully folded and placed in the beloved locker.
Perhaps, this is the most beautiful moment, a touch of love and a touch of sorrow, a touch of farewell, turning around and raising the corner of his mouth, waving his hand, saying goodbye to yesterday's self.
This should be the highest level of beauty, everything is pure, simple as a piece of white paper.
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