Dreams, blood, tears, sweat, ignorance, laughter and loneliness run through the entire Twelve Cold Window. We feel the subtle changes, and we love the noise in this classroom. Different people form different groups, and each person plays a different role. The person you admire cannot get it, and friends are like the heroine of the novel. As an "other classmate" mentioned briefly in another book, I record the dull and fragrant moments at this moment, just so that I can recall the moments.
Purpose: Everyone is the protagonist in his or her own book, and we must seize the time to love the world.