The first time I wanted to fall in love with him at all costs was at the high school sports meeting. He was dressed all in white and rode on the playground, capturing the attention of the whole school. The second time was at the graduation ceremony. His handsome leather jacket exuded confidence and publicity on his body. The electric guitar was played wantonly in his hands. The deafening music went straight to the heart and became the metronome of the heartbeat. The third time was at the freshman lecture in the university. He was dressed in a black suit, clean and neat, and his voice was deep and nice.
Mission: No matter how difficult it is, we must have the courage to move forward