The sky was clear and clear when she was sixteen years old. That day, she was sitting in the huge examination room and raised her eyes to meet the young man who she regarded as a god.
The sky was bright and red when he was seventeen years old. That day, he stood on the turbulent court, turned around and met the girl who he regarded as a treasure.
Youth is not perfect, it is often mixed with failure, cowardice, helplessness, and tears, but it is mostly progress, courage, perseverance, and laughter.
It teaches us to grow and also teaches us how to love
Purpose: Use imagination to make up for the imperfections of reality