The autumn wind blew on my face, and the coolness was getting stronger. I looked at the floor in front of me, shed a tear, turned around and left. Maybe only the wind heard the complete story.
The afterglow of the setting sun that day fell just on the girl's body, making the girl shine. But that beam of light not only shone on the girl's body, but also shone on the youthful and budding heart of the boy. In the summer when the cicadas were chirping, the boy and the girl met together.
My heart beats like a butterfly gently flapping its wings, the lake water ripples, and the willow branches sway gently in the wind.
The girl's smile seemed to be playing with the strings in the boy's heart.
Youth is more than 18 years old. It is the sunshine of the scorching sun, running wantonly, and a moment of heartbeat. Youth is really beautiful.
Intention: Freedom stands above the clouds and stands at the top