17 Years old is the most beautiful and joyful age in life, so domineering, sweet and innocent, yet so bright and sad.
Dear you, what are you doing at this time? Maybe they are singing, maybe they are dancing lightly, maybe they are feeling sad.
But do you remember them all? What kind of traces will those bits and pieces of youth leave in your long life? Looking back many years later, one step at a time is already the end of the world.
Will you regret it? That little bit?
If you go back to that year, can you resist everything and temptation?
When the past is completely gone, can you only miss it, lament it, or rejoice?
I said to my brother, "I also write essays!" He was very disdainful and snorted from his nostrils, "What kind of essays can an old rookie write?" I slapped him with my paw and said angrily, "We are vegetables, but we have to be the king of vegetables no matter what!"
In this situation where time travel is rampant in the world, you wear it, I wear it, everyone wears it,
Why is it that she (he) is all prosperous and rich?
It turned out that he was an extremely unfortunate time traveler and was in tears. . . . . .