My Youth

A story from school days. Paying tribute to our boyhood, you, as young people, should also move forward bravely. Although you are confused, you should be firm, cherish and persistent. In my youth, the wind is like a flying dream that can never stop. You in the story are as white as the bright moon and as brilliant as summer flowers. The wind in July and the rain in August prefer you when you were young. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.