This article commemorates the author's seventeen years of youthful memories
I couldn't listen in class and got distracted and thought about something. I suddenly felt annoyed and aggrieved, my eyes were red, and I secretly held back my tears. I spent it like this every day over and over again.
The love of teenagers is actually really beautiful. You like it ignorantly, you say good morning and good night seriously, you are shy even when you hold hands, and you blush when you look at each other.
Ever since your previous life? I have been looking for traces of you.
Looking for your slightly awkward smile? I finally found you
Intention: growth
