I have few friends, but many childhood sweethearts.

On a carefree day, we played with plum blossoms and rode bamboo horses. We first met at the gate of the house.
She wasn't shy, but rather charmingly naive. Standing before the wind, her hair flowed freely, highlighting her smooth, creamy skin.
When Xu Qingfan woke up, he found himself back in 2002, 20 years ago.
The sky was very blue, the clouds were very white, and the wind was very noisy that year.
That year, Qingmei didn't go abroad, her parents didn't grow old, and he didn't have the worry of achieving nothing.
That year, he was six years old and she was five years old, and they were both able to fully appreciate the climate of snowflakes blooming.