When the summer wind blows over the faces of passers-by, the unstoppable movement may have a hope that will last a lifetime.
This wind is a story that lasts a lifetime. I hope to use the slight morning mist to nourish the mountains and seas, and the last light of the candle to brighten the sun and the moon.
They are a group of teenagers, a serious college bully, a seemingly well-behaved but perverse boy, a little nympho with a three-minute passion, a hard-working academic who just wants to spend time with his family, a romantic lunatic who pursues the ultimate romance, a rich second generation who is not rebellious but doesn't want to study, and an Internet-addicted boy with good grades. They, a group of teenagers, spent the beauty of their youth, criticizing the poor, and guiding the country. As they gradually grew up and entered the society, they had to face the beatings of society. They bowed their heads to reality and were forced to grow up. However, the wind of youth will never stop. They will always be proud and wanton, unrestrained and happy.
The author has something to say: This is my first time writing the beginning, so I may not be able to understand some parts. Feel free to give me suggestions. I will continue to improve. Thank you.
Intention: The growth of young people. Ordinary you and me