Chen Juan's Seventeenth Year

I have been recalling the past 17 years old. The writing is beautiful, but the slight sadness cannot be hidden. After all, the passing of time has passed!

Very well written! Watching slowly in the cool night, it feels like you are wading through a river called growth. Feeling the passage of time, the girl's worries about gains and losses. Only by experiencing the not strong but long-lasting fragrance can you feel the beauty and innocence of your youth today. Please continue. I will continue to follow you.