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The beauty of the safari group
Author: left-handed code word
I remember the Mid-Autumn Festival that year.
Updated on February 24th, 2008 18: 43: 00 words: 7837.
Ancient short stories
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It's Mid-Autumn Festival again. Although the breath of autumn is not strong enough to cover the earth with gold, pedestrians who leave early and return late have put on long-sleeved clothes.
Xiao likes to bathe alone in the holy moonlight on such a night, turn off his mobile phone and all the ways to contact with the outside world, and immerse his thoughts in a sad memory. The moon is full tonight, he murmured. It seems that in his memory, only the Mid-Autumn Festival that year was so bright and perfect. But the same moonlight, the same Mid-Autumn Festival, where are the people who once snuggled up and held hands tightly? It's her birthday in a few hours, Xiao read silently. Do you remember telling her gently in her ear that every birthday, she would give her the roundest and brightest month as a gift? How can she remember herself? Xiao shook his head with a wry smile and continued to look at the silver plate in the sky.
Xiao is studying in a city in the north. At that time, he was cheerful and always had a youthful smile on his face. Xiao likes football and guitar, and two completely different hobbies occupy almost all his spare time. At that time, Xiao had become a minor celebrity in school. He broke the door again and again in the campus football league, and his outstanding performance of playing guitar and singing in the cultural performance made Xiao very popular. Almost every time he walks between schools, many female students greet him, and even girls secretly look at her in the dormitory. Usually, at this time, he will come back smiling, unless he meets Yao. Every time I see Yao, he always blushes and runs away with his head down.
Yao is Xiao's senior sister, and Xiao Ye is in Wen. ...