He is a young person and he is a young person, he is the joy of being young, and it is also true when you think about it the other way around.
Like the breeze, it warms the heart; like the flowing water, it never stops; like the raging fire, the earth collapses the mountains and rivers.
When the cicadas were singing in the summer, a boy rushed into the classroom a few minutes before class, holding a big bag of spicy sticks. Many girls gathered around and grabbed them happily, but she still dared not take a step forward, so she peeked out of the corner of her eye. The unpleasant class bell rang. After a while, the English teacher was happily translating the text. He quietly turned his head in the first row and asked in a low voice, "Do you want it?" She shook her head, "Really not~" I don't eat spicy sticks! "Okay"
Intention: Reminiscing about the past