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7 Mongmongmong: It was summer

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The hottest and freshest season,

"summer"












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7 Mongmongmong: It was summer

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This is I When I was young at the time for a moment In the countryside Stay When It's a story.







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Fresh facial expression and It's cool I can't bleak personality HaveEven body temperature Because it's daytime 


city Even within ‘ice princessla I was called





at that time At that time young I am body very Weak The environment good To the countryside I went down



There's a joke that says you're going to die from the heat

I wonder if it feels like skin,



In artificial sub-zero weather like a department store in the city

Is it because I'm used to it?



me To make it comfortable went down The countryside Healing is Not even In the heat I was so engulfed that I couldn't even stand it for a moment outside.



My family says that when I am exposed to artificial wind,

You said you only caught a cold



He only gave me one debt.




When my parents and grandmother went out to the market for a while

Quickly getting some air conditioning

It was best to maintain my body temperature.



of course,


The heat pond Enduring it this village Children too It was the same




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At some point, I discovered that my body temperature was high and my skin was white, and I was once again given the nickname ‘Ice Princess’.


Is being an ‘Ice Princess’ an unavoidable fate?



The school I transferred toAt schoolThe children Playing soccer A blast do When you come

It's cool my body hugged each other




my feeble body one Take care of it too I'm busy Even my friends Because it sticks My whole body melt away thing It was the same





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so The school When it's over home Run

Air conditioner TwistedIn the bathtub Ice water Full of Received





In the bathtub Go in carbonated drinks Can one A glass If you drink it

that More than anyone else I was happy






That lovely country school was also cool in its own way
The shade of the neighborhood too

now that countryside The village To the city But it has changed


noso more precious In memories 







“ It was summer.”