I fell down, and got up under the indifferent and curious eyes of passers-by. I lowered my head and patted the dust on my body. I raised my head and looked at the dazzling light. I braced myself, and I took steps forward, as proud as ever.
The young man in his youth spreads his passion and ambition into the wind. When the east wind blows, the young man's youth floats into the air with the wind.
In this way, youth lasts forever.
"East Wind" is a story of youth, some beautiful and some regretful, but no matter what, this is everyone's youth, no regrets, no amazing words, just low singing. If you have free time, you can take a look at my youth and the youth of everyone in the article.
Just treat it as a bedtime story and wish you a sweet dream.
Good night.
Concept: youth, growth, memories, regrets, happiness