The year I turned eighteen will always be a beautiful memory. Before college, I was simple and optimistic. I am grateful to all the people who appeared in the first eighteen years of my life... If you want to listen, you might as well take a look at the beautiful memories of an ordinary person. I hope that when I read these words in the future, I can arouse the love and warmth in my heart... I hope that Nuannuan's little story can dilute the "corpse spots" hehe
Purpose: Looking back on my middle school days