Ke Ning couldn't remember what she was thinking when she saw Qin Wenshu for the first time. She just felt that her eyes were confused by the flying catkins at that time.
The scenery at that time and my age at that time were like the sunshine in March, and I couldn't help but smile.
Qin Wenshu, are you still in the attached middle school? Are there still catkins all over the sky there to remind you of me at that time?
Teacher-student essay, HE. Possibly clear water.