Some emotions will only happen to our most transparent teenagers, when the top of their head
The sky seems to be passionate blue and filled with troubled clouds. The air is soothing
The rhythm, the fan whirring overhead, and time seemed to return to that point all of a sudden.
I am at this age of fourteen or fifteen. Looking at myself in the mirror, I think this should be
It is the best time in my life. In this wonderful year, I want to write something about the youth that I remember and yearn for.
Young people are high-spirited and can do what they love most at the best age.
Complex math problems, rote memorization of Chinese language, the smell of rubber on the playground... Are all beautiful but rare moments in life.
The best of us at that time
Intention: We met in the vast sea of people, how could we not be destined to each other?