I really miss you guys.

For a long time, I have never been here. Look at familiar campus things. The memory flooded like a tide, with a heartache and a sweet heart. It seems that the sky has never changed before, but it is still blue and floating with a few leisurely white clouds without worry and worry. The sun tingled, recalling the smiling face and figure in the summer at noon, it seemed to reach out, but it could not be touched.

The wind is warm and warm, and it is warm and warm. I can watch the desolate playground, but my heart is very cool and cool. I have had my footprints on the runway. Even if I was covered, I still have my own light. Although I don’t know which summer day I took your hand and walked through the playground, the sun shines through the hair on your face. The flicker is still as beautiful as it is in my mind.

Turn around and see the basketball court on the right. On the slate under the basketball stand, it seems that you and me are standing, holding the bowl and eating while listening to the movies and fun things you have seen, and from time to time doing some exaggerated movements and arrogant expressions. Those movements and expressions still remember.

I really miss you, but there are some things that can only exist in memories.

Second day: Pan Rong