This is a story from a youthful age.
The plants in early summer are growing unscrupulously, just like these young students.
Secret love, friendship, everything is confusing. I am eagerly looking forward to growing up, but time is even more eager to "swipe" by quietly.
Looking back suddenly, in those young and ignorant years, some emotions bloomed like unknown wild flowers...
Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Conception: