This is a cup of coffee of memories, a toast to the lost youth. Autumn "butterflies" fall gently, touching the long streets and causing ripples.
"Hey! Why did you hit me on the head?" A voice of dissatisfaction rang out in the class full of fun.
"I'm going to hit you, why? Just a little bit." Faced with the boy's dissatisfaction, the girl turned a blind eye and even made a face.
The boy glared at her and continued sleeping on the table.
There is still blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and there is still playfulness in the classroom. The girl who was making faces was fascinated by the boy who had already closed his eyes and slept.
"Click!" The warm scene was frozen, and then turned into a photo of memories, which was hung in a book with "Youth" written on it...
Intention: recall youth and fill the dreams of the past with words