<p class="ql-block">When I was just a little girl,</p><p class="ql-block">I asked my mother, "What will I be?</p><p class="ql-block">Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"</p><p class="ql-block">Here's what she said to me:</p><p class="ql-block">"Que sera, sera,</p><p class="ql-block">Whatever will be, will be.</p><p class="ql-block">The future's not ours to see.</p><p class="ql-block">Que sera, sera."</p> <p class="ql-block">八月的晚风裹着夏夜的温柔，月亮偷偷从云中钻出，星星亮得能数清轮廓，几个少年陪着爸爸妈妈到附近的小山包上看流星，享受暑假最后的放松。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">一颗颗流星拖着银亮尾迹划破墨蓝夜空，像给黑暗系了一道道闪光的丝带。有人欢呼惊叹，有人忙着指给同伴看，有人脱口喊“许愿”，有人悄悄用手机定格这瞬间。。。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">那晚的风、笑声和流星的微光一起落进十七岁的暑假里，变成少年们记忆里最亮的碎片，满是夏夜的浪漫与亲情的温暖，也成了往后想起都发烫的回忆。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">椒江太平山顶</p><p class="ql-block">20250812</p>