On the long road of life, you will always meet a few special people.
Youth is half bright and half sad.
After a long period of silence, I opened the book again and found that the corners had turned yellow.
At this time, we sit together on the bench in the park, watching the sunset that is about to set, and we are the ones waiting for the wind to come.
So I thought silently in my heart: Life is like a glass of boiled water.