Everything will pass away, the years are in a hurry, the years are in a hurry, the fragrance remains, the flowers no longer bloom...
17 Years old, everyone is only 17 years old. To commemorate and treasure, this collection of essays is born. I hope that everyone who has had the wonderful time of 17 years old can feel the vitality contained in this childish writing.
This collection is dedicated to all the students in the senior high school (QI) class and every important passer-by in life...
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ING will be added from time to time~
(Note): This behavior is not for any commercial purposes, and the articles are published in the class magazine