The noisy crowds come and go, and the silence has been trapped in my irritable mood for a long time.
The warm and outgoing congratulations crashed into his dull youth classroom, carrying the midsummer wind and reckless tenderness, knocking on the closed door of his heart step by step.
The setting sun passes through the classroom glass window and falls on the sycamore leaves
In the noisy world with thousands of people, congratulatory messages are the only light that takes the initiative to rush to in the long silence.
Intention: Meeting is difficult, cherish those who are kind to you
