The weather is slightly cold, so for the first time, I agreed to my senior sister to draw a blackboard newspaper. The cold wind blew my hair around my face, and your figure came into view, holding snacks in my hand. What a coincidence, I looked calm on the outside, but actually I was panicking inside. But I know it clearly. You don't know, and others can't tell. I am the only one with a guilty conscience. If I take a closer look, I think it is plagiarism.
Purpose: Memoir