Damn it, I'm surrounded by childhood sweethearts

Playingundertheplumtreesandridingonbamboo,thosewerethedaysofjoyfulplay.Itwaswhentheyfirstmet.Shewasnotshybutinnocentlycharming,standingbeforethebreezewithherhairflowing,hercomplexionascreamyascurds.Afterwakingup,XuQingfanhadreturnedto20yearsearlier,totheyear2002.Thatyear,theskywasveryblue,thecloudswereverywhite,andthewindwasverynoisy.Thatyear,hisChildhoodSweethearthadn'tgoneabroad,theirparentshadn'tgonegrey,andhehadn'ttheworriesofbeingunaccomplished.Thatyear,hewassix,shewasfive,andtheybothcouldfullyexperiencetheclimateassnowflakesblossomed.PS:Thisbookisalsotitled“Help,I'mSurroundedbyChildhoodSweethearts”and“IHaveaLittleTooManyChildhoodSweethearts.”