I was immersed in a dream

In my dream, there was a white locust tree

The sun shines uninhibitedly and sprinkles golden

It shines like a newborn hope

There is a group of unruly teenagers under the tree

The face is filled with the radiance of youth

vigorous

Laughter floats in the clear blue sky

I think about it, and the time freezes here

I like that melancholy teenager

Unique lake blue eyes

Imprisoned in the cry of the deep sea

extrication

Go back to the light

He said to me

But I've long since fallen into the swamp

Don't let me go

I prayed in my heart

No affection should be let down

There should be an echo of any waiting

I'm sorry

Please forgive me for my delusions

I can't save myself

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Looking at the poems he wrote at the age of eighteen, Mo Qing sighed lightly, as if he wanted to calm down the resentment of the past nineteen years. She tossed the words over and over again in her mind, and suddenly smiled, and her thoughts drifted to no wonder.

It seems to have returned to that spring many years ago, when even the air was filled with the sweet smell of acacia flowers. The unadorned smiles on the faces of those innocent teenagers were a past that could not be recovered for many years to come.

It was a precious warm time in her life, but at this time she closed her eyes, not wanting to think about those hurried pasts anymore, just asking for troubles.

At this time, she heard a voice from the radio, warm as before, which was her life's pursuit.

"Have you ever had such a person in your life? He is like an incomparably dazzling star, suddenly illuminating your dark world, giving you infinite warmth and hope, making you believe in the beauty of the world again, but you dare not approach, lest your dust will caress his light, lest his light will burn your eyes......"

At this time, it was winter, and it was quiet, and I could only hear the north wind outside the window, as if it was moaning and regretting. The whole world is holy and pure under the light of the moonlight. When she left in such a season, she always wondered if God would dislike it. After all, she is a filthy person, and even she is disgusted by herself.

She sat on the balcony facing the flying snowflakes, and many past events flashed in her mind, crying or laughing, happy or sad, one after another piled up into her life. But there was only peace left in her heart, and only when she heard the words from the radio did she ripple again.

The familiar face appeared in front of her again, with her most familiar smile and saying familiar words.

He called her: "Xiao Qingqing." ”

Such a person...... Such a person! In her short life, has there ever been such a person, a person who is enough for her to remember for the rest of her life......