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Devotion is a kind of love, it is always with me. --Inscription

In the early autumn, the wind flies in the air and comes to your window. You are reading the paper at the desk. The wind sneaks on your head, curiously watching the pen in your hand come back and forth on the paper.

Sometimes your brows are locked, and sometimes a gratifying smile is revealed, and sometimes the water on your hand is lightly sipped, and then you continue to work.

Remember that you told me that if you are my daughter, it would be great!

In a blink of an eye, four years.

You have poured too much on me, too much.

Breeze, through the flowers, sweeping through the bamboo forest, gradually, gradually.

In the summer, the sun hangs on the sky, the trees are mottled, you and I hold hands, walk in the shade of the trees, one earplug, one by hand, Jay Chou's "Qilixiang": "The sparrow outside the window is on the pole, you say this A very summer feeling."

When I am happy, I share with you; when I am sad, you give me a soft comfort; when I am lonely, you, regardless of gossip, still stay with me.

Remember that you once told me that we are always the best friend.

In a blink of an eye, six years.

You have poured too much on me, too much.

The sun, over the green hills, across the Bohai Sea, vague, passing.

Time flies, and as I grow up, your hair is already mixed with a touch of silver. You always take care of me in every possible way. I grew up, sometimes no longer need your care, and sometimes even talk back to you. Although you are holding me on your mouth, I say that I am not obedient and say that I am rebellious. But the emotions you reveal can't fool me. It was an extremely complicated look, sadness and helplessness intertwined, but more, I still see the gratification of my growing up.

In a blink of an eye, twelve years.

You have poured too much into me.

Years, red cherry, green banana, instant, fleeting.

Devotion is an emotion, an eternal love, and it is everywhere in life.

Beijing, Haidian District, Shida Middle School, third day: Wang Wei