Youth.
It is the most luxurious and mediocre foil for young people.
Youth.
It's a chaos of war, a lot of worries, and a wandering mind.
It is a dream that is unique to a young man's heart and was written on a piece of paper in a rush of passion.
It's the extravagant future that you and I talk about amidst the noisy chirping of cicadas and the hot summer wind.
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Yang Fan was holding a pile of snacks, hurriedly passing through the noisy crowds around him, and walking through the old streets and alleys. The scenery was left far behind by the running boy and turned into a blur of light and shadow.
He rushed downstairs to the teaching building, not caring about the snacks he dropped after a long journey.
He looked around, passing through many obstacles, looking for someone.
After graduation, many classmates were eager to release the test papers that had tortured them for three years. The three years of depression among teenagers and girls finally fell to the ground with the fluttering papers.
In this scene, it is not easy to find people. But his eyes pointed, and he saw her from afar.
He jumped on the spot a few times, waved his hand, and shouted to her: "Jiang Yuan! Turn around -"
The girl wore a high ponytail and looked high-spirited. Amidst the laughter, she heard a familiar voice and turned her head, just in time for the summer wind. The long wind picked up the ends of her hair, and the hair swayed in the sun.
The girl bent her eyes and smiled, warmth woven into a dense network of tenderness in her eyes.
The young man fell into despair at a glance.
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We dare to think
Purpose: Cherish the days when you were young and could be wild
