This is actually the bitter transformation history of a fat girl who is 165cm tall and weighs 130cm!
However, even if she was being funny, why did she still have a fool to show off with her for so many years?
"You two are so good!"
"We are the same!"
The following is an introduction to the literary and artistic fresh version:
Love at the age of seventeen.
It's a misty morning mist, don't touch it, let it drift slowly.
It is a cool mountain spring, don't make trouble, let it sing gently.
It's a shy little flower, don't pick it, let it bloom quietly.
It's a green fruit on a branch. Don't pick it, let it hang.
Seventeen-year-old branches are still fragile and cannot bear deep thoughts. We are orchards waiting to mature. Let us remain silent and cross the river formed by the years. May our tree of life be full of sweet fruits from branch to branch.