In the evening of the summer night, listening to the chirping of cicadas, the girl leaned on the boy's shoulder and said gently to the boy: "When I grow up, will you marry me?" The boy curled his lips and said firmly to the girl: "You can only be mine." This scallion pancake is Amo's favorite, so give him some. "The girl walked happily, with the scorching sun in the sky, and the girl's heart shone with warm light. "Lele, I'm leaving, you have to wait for me, wait for me to come back to marry you!" The boy shouted heartbreakingly, as if he was about to spit out his whole heart. "Amo, I will wait for you! I will wait for you to marry me!" The summer breeze blew through the girl's hair, and the tears on the girl's face had been dried. She watched the boy go away. Car, she knew he was gone.
Intention: growth