The love of youth is the flame that cannot be blown out, the weeds that cannot be burned out, and the wild flowers that bloom endlessly.
We grow up all the way, being childish on one side and mature on the other. No one can accurately grasp today and grasp tomorrow.
May we all be like wild flowers. Although the flowers are not delicate when they bloom, they grow wantonly and willfully.
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The afterglow fell on the surface of the ocean, on the golden sand, Song Nan leaned on the rock, the autumn wind blew a ripple on the seaside, Song Nan looked at the boy, the dusk kiss reflected half of Chen Yu's face.
"Dear boy, can I kiss you?" The girl's voice was weak, but extremely gentle.
Chen Yu looked at her, raised his hand to brush away her broken hair, and said softly, "Satisfy you."
The boy's lips were very soft and the kiss was very light. Only Song Nan's lips were trembling slightly. Chen Yu closed his eyes, but he did not see the teardrop of the girl falling into the dusk.
Years later, Chen Yu would often think of the girl's words that day, "Dear young man, can I kiss you?"
When the waves are calm, the bottom of the sea is actually rough.
The love of young people is hidden in the waves between the waves.
I love you, my dear girl, and hope that on the other side of the sea, you can grow like a wild flower...
Intention: The love and hate of youth are flames that cannot be blown out, weeds that cannot be burned, and wild flowers that bloom endlessly.