The dew falls on the wilted hibiscus,
The wind blows away the lotus leaves.
The old heart has little joy,
Autumn eyes are sentimental.
It's like this now,
There is nothing I can do.
It would be better to be drunk,
Try calling Shengge.
——"Calling Sheng Song"
A plain and warm campus article,
I hope to spend the raging youth together with the tennis princes.
No intrigue, no thunder, no Mary Sue, no blood.
Missing our youthful years, that's all.
Thank you for the above.