Our story is long. After a long youth, crossing the small wooden bridge of laughter and tears, and putting the three cities in the same frame at the junction of day and night.

We in the story. The ignorance in the spring city, the infatuation in the land of ham, and the long journey on the roof of the world.

If, in that diary, I had not written about you, you would not have seen it.

If so, that night, we have never rubbed shoulders, the sweetness and bitterness of youthful love, whether we will never taste it for the rest of our lives.

Now, the flowers in the spring capital have bloomed to their heart's content, and the sun exudes the smell of longing. The first quarter moon awaits the second quarter moon, whether the stars can embrace the sun. If it is said that in the race against time and the race of the city, one person will eventually be injured, then I choose to forget.

Ten years, friendship will hurt, love will hurt, will the spring breeze remember us, and can we proudly bow down the curtain call, for the youth without regrets, for you and me without regrets.

——— Xu Wen QQ space

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