It's hard to see each other and say goodbye, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered
He is a great person, humble and polite, gentle and attentive, with a figure running in the sun and a serious look in his eyes holding a book under the sycamore tree. I always thought he was very good. I fell in love with him from the bottom of my grade to a key high school. A young man who escaped from a small county town became the minister of the student union of a key high school. And I haven't met anyone more amazing than him in three years.
Purpose: Give youth an explanation