People I liked when I was a student are very happy even if they put their exercise books together.

The names written on the draft paper and books are of great significance.

Teenagers are like the moon after the rain, between calmness and enthusiasm, at a temperature that suits them.

The wind rises and falls, blowing through this wild youth, taking some away and leaving some behind. Tell important people how teenagers feel.

At the turn of summer and autumn, I walked into the door full of stories.

It is difficult to copy the sense of youth, because it is not only a lovely white shirt, but also a natural courage to do secular work with pure heart.

Suddenly the classroom was quiet. We subconsciously looked out of the window, found that the teacher was not there, and began to talk loudly again.

Flying teenagers are the most touching, and running seems to have passed through time.

That night, the self-study was very windy, and I saw the road ahead clearly and walked out of the door of youth. I turned and bid farewell to an era.