The wind in September is carrying a hook, carrying the fragrance of osmanthus all over the city, spreading over the blue brick walls of the old city and getting into every corner of Mingde Middle School. It's fragrant and has a refreshing taste unique to teenagers, like orange soda just taken out of the refrigerator, with fine bubbles, sweet but not overpowering.
Tangli walked to the window and stumbled on something unknown - it was a raised stone slab with the edges polished smooth. She exclaimed, her body lost balance, and the exercise books in her arms clattered and scattered all over the floor. White paper flew everywhere, some floated to the window sill, and some fell under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. A pink rabbit eraser and a half-used pencil in her pocket also rolled out far away and bumped into the toe of someone's shoe.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day