When a person walks through the vast white snow, looking back, he sees a series of deep footprints.
Life is not winter,
The snow of reality covers life,
As we trudge along the road,
You might as well go back and see the footprints of memories brought by the passage of time.
"Old Zhou has just come home!" Tian
"Please, it's only 9 o'clock." Yong
"No, no, no, let me be separated from you again, not even a second." Tian hugged Yong
Yong smiled
A love match made in heaven,
From the moment Tian entered the university campus, he was destined to be here and about to start.