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Chapter 1 Leaving No.2 Middle School
The season in Lanzhou is full of regrets. The feeling of winter has just passed, it is already scorching sun, and the fallen leaves in autumn have just begun to fall, and it is already covered with snow. It is for this reason that many people call Lanzhou a city without spring and autumn. This is especially true in several small counties around Lanzhou.
The Sophora japonica flowers on campus are still blooming, pink, purple and white, all under the summer sky, very beautiful and fragrant. The young tree loves these Sophora flowers alone, and in his eyes, they are beautiful.
Today, Xiaoshu finally made up his mind to leave, now. But since the water is still flowing, although we can't cut it here with our swords, the young tree is determined to hide silently and let the sun and the moon witness and weather it, but it will solidify into eternity in a long memory.
Xiao Shu didn't have much luggage, just a bag and took it away without saying goodbye to anyone. Walking out of the dormitory door, the young tree looked up at the gray sky, and the oncoming wind slapped his dusty cheek. The little tree felt sand in his eyes, rubbed it and wanted to cry, so tears ran down his cheeks. Looking at all kinds of residual flowers on the ground, it is the lascivious wind of spring that peels off the locust tree one by one. The locust trees all over the campus are only the most familiar and intimate with those flowers, but in an instant, dust returns to dust and soil returns to soil, each with a cliff for two days. small ...
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