This is a dream...
In the freshest and most beautiful campus, a group of the truest and purest teenagers draw their colorful youth with the colorful brushes in their hands under the sun...
At that time, the laughter was always the most genuine and the taste was always the purest. They were young, loved passionately and hated calmly...
I only write this article for my sixteen-year-old, and also for all my friends who love and miss that age...