After finishing her writing, she sighed and turned to look out the window to rest her mind. Is the teaching building opposite also so miserable?
A few lazy rays of autumn sunshine shone on her sad face. The bustling crowd, the noise of play, the world seems to have never stopped rushing. She frowned, wondering if it was so noisy in a teaching building across a row of pine trees?
The torrent of years has swept away youth and years, leaving only a scarred body deeply marked by the years, and a vicissitudes of heart that was barely retained in the end.
Fortunately, for the time being, the years have not passed, but the beauty is still doing well.