I hid behind the broken wall and peeked at the young men picking out the light with their bare hands. The stars were reflected in their eyes, but the light was lying on my body.
The gentleness of the world is just the fragrant spring willows swaying with the fragrance of flowers, and the cicadas chirping into the deep alleys.
The summer in the mountain city is particularly warm and beautiful because of this group of teenagers
"I'm waiting for an era, an era that belongs to TNT" -- Song Huanian
Purpose: To encourage readers to move towards the light