In his sophomore year of high school, the wind was strong and stirred up Wu Huai's peaceful life. The cicada chirping in September was the beginning of his heartbeat. Yang Wu quietly opened the door of Wu Huai's heart. The young man beat the scorching sun. Goudan at the head of the village looked at each other in pain. The white clouds were waiting for his blue sky, the breeze was waiting for his warm sun, and the Wu Cuicao at the head of the village was waiting for Yang Goudan at the end of the village.
Idea: I came up with it during class