Many people say that their youth is radiant. The rays of light are the wind that best compliments you from the sand city of memory. Even if your face is full of tears, you must move forward step by step. No matter how powerful love is, it is no match for a finger of reality. Our life is like a pure white dress.
Youth is like a beautiful pain, growing up without regret in the time when white clothes are fluttering.
The next step is to fight the monster to break out of the cocoon, become a butterfly and flutter into a light and pure white flower that is the envy of the world, and walk hand in hand with you while stepping on the notes of the march. At the end of his life, his hair was dyed white with frost, and his face was like a withered lotus. There is a weak breath, and under the tired eyelids, there are relatives and loved ones wearing plain clothes to send each other in mourning.
Outside a small window, the world is as prosperous as brocade, and the white clothes are like glowing lights.