"The Language of Flowers Is Falling, as Numerous as the Sea of ​​Stars"

There is a youth of vast stars, like a book that cannot be closed once it is opened. When I was in high school, I had a friend with the same name but a different surname, who was my deskmate. During the three years of high school, we were linked not only by youth, but also by love after the storm. Under the same starry sky, bits and pieces of youth are reflected, as if those touching details are still around. The ruler marks on the desk and the chalk dust on the blackboard record our time. Everyone's youth has different forms of operation, but the same thing is that youth is only a process without an end. After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars. I hope we can all be in the same story, never be alone when looking up at the stars, and meet the best you at the most beautiful age. Concept: An ordinary campus story