My girlhood can be said to be calm or turbulent; it can be said to be ordinary or shocking; it can be said to be gentle like the moon, or it can be said to be sad and falling; it can be said to be happy and happy, or it can be said to be lonely and regretful...
The boy who lives above me is the best boy in the school. I thought he was an out-and-out good boy, but in fact he hates studying even more than I do;
He is omnipotent, he is gentle and kind, he is delicate and beautiful, but he is also arrogant and conceited, and he does not mean what he says...
He who broke into my life is the source of my beautiful memories, the introduction to my loneliness and grievances, the person I want to accompany, and the person I want to maintain friendship with. He is the chirping of cicadas in summer, the fallen leaves in autumn, the light of youth, and the hope of this life;