I may have to write
Frozen yogurt may attack each other
He may have taken his crescent moon while picking fruits
He may have apparently gazed at his golden flower while praying
Academic all-rounder (×)
His poet(?)?
A green student with three good virtues, sports and arts, (×)
His ice cream(?)
When the little poet met his little ice cream, they made an appointment to watch the roses bloom in the evening during the days when they could still have fun. But the breath of the wind is very long. The ice cream melted and the weather suddenly started to rain. The smoke wets the poem. Fireworks that don't bloom at night seem to be telling the truth at this moment. Fortunately the wind was very long. Here, there. (?)
A long book about an all-round academic master, a literary young man and a green boy + a little ice cream. Ni Ni Wai Wai, you Wai Wai, every poem I write is for you. In fact, after all is cleared up, all I can give you are poems. You are listening to my poetry. /There is a person who often writes poems to me. Said I was his light bulb. Provide energy to shine and inspire. He doesn't know how good-looking he is. He didn't know how bright his eyes were, or how affectionate he was when he recited poems. There are really many, many days. There is so much sweetness that is not cloying. (?)
It's been a lot of going around in circles. The people around me have also changed a lot. So, the ending is for you to guess.
Concept: the life of two (n) teenagers