A girl with low self-esteem encountered a ray of light that was not her own in the midsummer of sixteen years old.
The wind of freedom blows forever, we should live a glorious life and die triumphantly. Find yourself in the mud.
"Buddha will receive my prayers."
"May the road be long and difficult, we set sail and get what we want."
Looking back like a dream in the changing seasons, thoughts turn into wind and drift into colorful clouds and smoke. In the hot summer, the music played with our mutual enthusiasm will soon resound through the sky.
——If you like someone, you don't dare to look at him.
What's more, you are in the decadence of the world.
--You. It's the new life I pray for from death.
——There was a little bit of ambiguity for a moment, and his heart trembled secretly.
——The heart of the shadow touched in the peripheral vision became a place to plant flowers.
——The wild wind blew in the wilderness on a midsummer night, and the girl laughed out loud while making a living on the other side of the clouds, blowing the cicada's chirping of her dream into the distance.
The symphony of summer is deep and melodious, and a more passionate and long summer is coming
Purpose: We still need to fall in love with the generosity and prosperity of life