Fallen leaves do not necessarily have to return to their roots, but since they have to leave, they must set sail and move forward bravely.
The first day I transferred to J School, it was destined to change my life. I found that beauty is always in every move. Maybe we are not that good compared to previous students, but we are who we are.
We don't have school beauties, let alone school bullies, we are just some young and clumsily rebellious dream chasers.
We are unfortunate, but everyone will smile and tell ghost stories on summer nights. Maybe youth is like this?
She was an ordinary person, but she left a deep impression on me.
I envy her. As long as she is around, memory will never be a blank canvas.
We stood side by side, struggled, chased, comforted, and hurriedly separated. Regardless of whether there was misunderstanding or not, I only know that my high school life left beautiful memories, but also left a lot of regrets.
"I hate that you always encourage me to do what I love to do, hate that you give me opportunities to express myself, hate that you make me realize that I am still loved again and again."
In the strong wind, Liu Mo stood in front of me and smiled slightly after listening to what I said.
It's strange that the firm gaze with the person you like never lasts less than three seconds.
"... I mean, thank you, Liu Mo."
Dedicated to my most ordinary, worst and most unique youth.
Purpose: Observe the little things in life, encourage hesitant dream chasers, and redeem yourself when you stand side by side with others.