In 2013, the sky was very blue and the wind was so strong that even the throbbing in my heart was blown away by the paper airplane. When he climbed up to the small building in the oil painting, what he saw at first glance was not the wheat fields in the distance, but the young man living on the sea. He was sitting in a small boat, passing the moon and stardust, but got lost in a swamp, with weeds covering his eyes. One or three years, that was his spring.
Teacher attacked by students
Purpose: Healing