Youth is a long but short farce. We are always laughing, and then we guard some scattered memories and have some happy dreams.
That year, the sky was full of fallen leaves and the parasol trees were lonely.
That year, the sun was just right and the flowers were blooming.
She really hoped that he could look back and say to her again: "I hope you will be as good as before in this midsummer."
Purpose: Remember youth and live up to the past