We have all been young, and youth is probably about laughing wildly, crying without scruples, and searching desperately.
When I was young, I cried, laughed, and made trouble. I had regrets, but no regrets.
The sunlight reflected on the ground through the willow branches, and the young man's face reflected the light and shadow, gently sucking in the wind blowing in his face. People were coming and going by the lotus pond in the school. The boy was waiting quietly, without looking at his watch, just looking at the fish in the pond in a daze, waiting for the arrival of another boy.
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