On the playground, the breeze blew through his clothes. The boy wiped his sweat-soaked hair and said, "Continue."
The day I met you, a gust of wind blew up, messing up my hair and shaking my heart.
The young man was extremely arrogant and occupied my entire youth.
Jiang Zhaoa, my brilliant 17-year-old blooms for you.
Intention: Study hard and rush to the future