The bleak autumn wind blew away the dryness in the air, and the coolness carried a gentle wind, blowing in every corner of the campus and blowing on passers-by. The little sparrows in the treetops seemed to feel the cool wind, and kept chirping happily.
Jiang Yu is well-known as a genius academic at school. Miss Qianqian is gentle and polite, and is deeply loved by her teachers. She is also relied upon, admired and respected by her female classmates. She is also the favorite of male classmates. If I hadn't said that I don't accept love letters, then you can imagine. Of course, this is just a preamble.
The gentle autumn breeze blew the curtains swaying, and a spiritual autumn wind took the opportunity to drift in from the window and blow into this noisy and youthful classroom. The figure in the sixth position by the window in the fourth group is reading the text at the moment, with his head slightly lowered, just in time to touch the sunlight coming in, which reflects on half of his face, beautiful and untouchable.
Secret love is really a bitter autumn wind. It is obvious that the person is not far away, but there is nothing you can do. It's like one person's one-man show. He obviously likes it so much, but that person doesn't know it. No, it should be said that with that person's temperament, even if she knew, she wouldn't take it seriously. After all, there are many people like me to that person, but she won't understand the unspeakable meaning of it. It is obviously bitter, but every time she sees your figure, there is a slight sweetness.
Intention: Don't be afraid of being young and frivolous, who knows the future.