[Free full text | Welcome to my youth]
#from fifteen to seventeen years old
#Memory
When I was writing the outline of my new article, I opened my diary from high school and realized that I and many people had not seen each other for a long time.
I miss you so much.
Let me secretly have a dream about going back to the past.
"If I buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me someday, I hope I can return it to you, young man."
Instructions for consumption:
*First person, diary essays, group portraits, emotional lines
*Adapted from a high school diary, because I wanted to leave something for my teenage self, so I didn't make many changes, which may be a bit childish.
*I would like to dedicate this article to my friends whom I haven't seen for a long time.
*Please refuse to take off your waistcoat
Intention: Play a grand resonance of memory with positive and uplifting strokes.
