This spring, the wind messed up our hair. I, Zhang Yufan, Ye Han, Jin Anlei, Han Yunchen, and Gu Chengge stood on the beach, looking back on the past, walking slowly along the beach, step by step, step by step. When we grow up, we seem to have become more mature and sensible. , It seems that my worries have become heavier. The scenery at the seaside brought back the memories hidden in our hearts. Zhang Yufan gently said to me, "Tell me, okay? At that time, your answer." I lowered my head and smiled. All I can do now is to commemorate the passing years of my life with poor words.