Just Thinking About March, Enjoying the Wind and Rain

Chords of Youth, Affectionate Ode Once upon a time, we no longer played freely and had fun for a long time with things that were not funny. We slowly learned to listen and listen to the ticking sound of time passing by. Those green and innocent years are just like the fallen leaves this season. No matter how you try to keep them, they will slip off your fingertips and slowly drift into the corridor of memory. They will be collected for the years and composed into a song of ups and downs.

Ye Liuyun, Mu Yu, Li Xiaoyu, Dai Mosheng. The youthful time flowed quietly on the four of them, almost leaving scars.

This book is a bit like the life of our group (students), and I have a strong sense of immersion. Reading this book is like looking at my own past! ! ! ! Highly recommended

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Because of him, I want to come back and finish writing this story. Because of the dream, it is time to play, even if the ideal is still pioneering in ancient times.

Recommend a vote, come on, come on, come on, come on

Before the Spring Festival, make a wish, and things that have been despairing for a long time will take an amazing turn🎈

If nothing else, just look good! ! !

If nothing else, just look good! ,,,😊😊😊

The flowers of youth bloom and fade, making me tired but not regretful. The four seasons of rain and snow make me intoxicated but unbearable. The gentle wind and green dreams, the gentle morning and dusk, A touch of clouds, a touch of tears, a touch of years. With a little wandering joy, I just left and never came back. No one hinted at the arid feeling of homesickness I felt when I was young. I want to cling tightly to every piece of golden sunset, Every transparent dewdrop washes away my accumulated sadness. In that distant spring scenery, I met her in full bloom, Filled with dazzling brilliance like a beautiful fairy tale. Allow me to sing for you. I won't be able to sleep every night from now on. Allow me to cry for you. In tears I can fly freely. The sky in the dream is huge and I am lying on your eyelashes, There were many days in the dream, but I started to want to go home. I want to bury all my songs on that green hillside, Waiting for the day when they will be legendary in the world I like this book. It writes about youth from the beginning and will remain with it until death.