Maybe you are a woman who loves to dream, maybe you reveal a lovely temperament, maybe you still remember when you were young,
Under the parasol trees in summer, you sing your newly learned "Newspaper Selling Song" to your parents and grandparents; under the moonlight in summer, you pester your grandma, pull her skirt, and coquettishly want to listen to stories in her arms; in the small courtyard in summer, you and your friends plant the seeds of small trees together, irrigating hope...
Now, when you think about these times that you can never get back, are you hiding in the corner and silently looking in the mirror and feeling sad? If so, please be proud with me and turn over a new page?