The wind in summer is hot and full of regrets. When Zuo Zhiyu said: "Li Ciyi, the first group photo was okay." Many regretful words were blocked by the night wind.
The English book Zuo Zhiyu took was finally returned to Li Ciyi,
"Li Ciyi, go back and turn to page 114."
The evening breeze finally blew to the playground, blowing away all nostalgia, leaving only one sentence:
"Goodbye"
^Do you know what the flower language of dogtail grass is?
Secret love^
Intention: Regret be