The first time I met Wu Yu was in Luoyang, when I was a freshman in Foreign Languages Institute.

At that time, many French phoenix trees were planted on campus. In summer, buttonwood gives birth to many tender leaves, which are transparent in the sun. Luo Yang often sits under the buttonwood and recites English words.

Luoyang, 18 years old, has some shallow nests on the back of his dark, chubby hand. She often feels like a clumsy chocolate ice cream. Sometimes, she wishes her body fat could melt like ice cream.

Because of this, Luo Yang's heart has always been gray. Dressed in gray, she is like an invisible leaf in the corner, carefully defending her self-esteem.

In summer, the department counselor suggested that students volunteer in a school for the disabled, but Luo Yang didn't want to go. She thought that it should be done by handsome men and beautiful women. I am so ordinary, even if I do good deeds, I am afraid it will be discounted in the eyes of God! On that day, when the college car drove to the school in the suburbs, Luo Yang's mood was as gloomy as ever.

In the afternoon, two schools held a cultural performance, Luo Yang didn't attend, and he walked alone in a strange campus. Then she saw a small forest full of sunflowers, and the leaves of sunflowers swayed in the wind like white palms.

Golden sunflowers are like smiling faces, swaying gently against the sun. When Luo Yang looked at it, he saw Wu Yu. Wu Yuzheng is sitting under a sunflower with an English word book in his hand. That is a person who likes to be a volunteer. Every Saturday, she goes to a school for the disabled in the suburbs by bike. She is still shy. When I arrived at the school gate, my head, which had been low, suddenly rose, although I had already greeted the doorman. Then the bike roared past and flew to the downstairs of Wu Yu's dormitory.

Wu Yu is an introverted boy. His congenital corneal opacity not only separates his eyes, but also his heart. But he likes to listen to the girls around him, Luo Yang, the water in the green stream, Ding Dong, Ding Dong; Yellow is the sweat of summer, shout, shout; White, what is white? Luoyang said that white is the color of angels. Angels are light and have transparent wings.