We escaped from the roof of heavy rain together that year. We were together. We were all the kindest children of good children that year. We missed what hurt us. Although we had been away from campus for several years, but my heart stayed there all the time. We skipped classes, surf the Internet and went for fun together. I carried you behind my back, we went back to back, we walked on the street, and I could secretly, kiss your face boldly, we are all flushed, but our hearts are embarrassed to secretly sweet, we have too many stories, too many memories, know now, you have obviously gone a long way, but I am still wandering there, silently waiting for the youth that has already passed away. At that time, I was very contented and worried to hold you and say, let’s get married when we grow up. The innocent expression hung on our cheeks all the time. The Green Youth and the smell of green apples were sour and sweet. I was drunk that afternoon and cried for no reason, you stand alone on the top of the teaching building at night, saying that I like this feeling, dead Mao Mao, come here, Mao Mao, bring me water, Mao Mao came here to do it, every look and every movement reveals the breath of youth. Tomorrow is our anniversary,

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