"The end of youth is endless summer
"Youth Poems and Time"
In the midsummer of that year, the cicadas kept chirping, and the branches spread outside the window, taking root in the mottled light and shadow. In those young days, we grew wildly like a weed, and our wanton and unbridled character was the best form of youth.
The afterglow of summer shines on the yellowed paper, writing about the youthful and frivolous days of boyhood. The corners of the boy's white shirt are full of the smell of mint, and the breeze blowing to me is full of refreshing fragrance. The begonia in midsummer has witnessed the boy's short and sour love💓, and the heartbeat of the boyhood is vigorous, like the moon that never hangs.
Purpose: Life is a long road, and changes only happen in a moment. Cherish the present moment.