Youth is an extremely brilliant and luxurious word.
How I miss the years we were together, the majestic sky, the melodious rolling clouds, the dazzling arrogance of the sunset, the soft light spots of the stars, and the silent and eternal protection of camphor.
I want to leave a story to commemorate our youth, take the shadow of us back to the familiar scenes of the beloved campus, and let us start over.
Youth is short, but I'm glad we held hands and walked through it.
Youth is eternal, I am grateful that behind the laughter and tears, you are there.
Those years and months, blended into the sunlight of that time, can never be forgotten.
There is nothing new under the sun. --"Bible"