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The warm summer sun shines in through the window, the light dances gently in the bedroom, and there is not a trace of cloud in the entire blue sky. A group of white pigeons fly in the distant sky, like shredded clouds wandering over the city.
It has been more than two years since I started living in this new city.
It was the hottest day of the summer, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the sounds of cicadas unconsciously turned into a long poem.
On a whim, I packed up the old things that had been gathering dust for two years. For two whole years, I seemed to have forgotten about this cardboard box covered with several layers of tape and hidden under the bed.
Today, I don’t know if it was because of the familiar fragrance in the air or because of the memories that suddenly flashed in my mind, I slowly opened the cardboard box and started a journey of memories.
Those familiar handwritings and those yellowed papers brought a hot feeling to my eyes. Unconsciously, my heart was filled with a complex emotion and kept expanding.
Memories also fly like snowflakes, those years scattered like pearls, those days that can't be found, evoke the deepest longing in my heart.
Crystal tears fell from my eyes, wetting my cheeks and collar, and the air was filled with a faint mint scent.
That familiar face suddenly appeared before my eyes. How could I be so lucky to have you accompany me in my best years...
