People say that the age of seventeen is the flower season, the age of eighteen is the rainy season, and the age of nineteen is the wind season. When the wind blows, our youth will flow away from time.
When I left the high school campus with a little regret, I felt that I had really grown up. I should not look back on my naughty childhood, nostalgic for the rainy season, and complained about unfinished things. When I recalled the pale love, my tears had already turned into the rain of lovesickness.