Youth is like a flower, blooming brilliantly under the scorching sun. Withered under the beating of heavy rain. Flowers will wither and people will have regrets.
In the third year of junior high school, Xu Siqing met Fu Huaijing. It was a cold winter that year, but Fu Huaijing's smile was warm. It warmed Xu Siqing's heart for a whole winter.
Intention: write down regrets and look back on the past