When the breeze blows over the orange sea, wisps of afterglow shine on the sparkling lake, flickering like a layer of broken gold on the grass. The evening breeze gently steps on the clouds, and the setting sun dances in the gaps between the leaves.
At the end of August, the noisy chirping of cicadas rings in my ears from time to time, and the sunlight shines through the leaves, outlining the colors of late summer. I sit in the hot classroom, looking at the sunlit pages, blowing the mint-scented breeze, and hiding the girl's passionate dream under the fluttering curtains. In the girl's dream, there is the sea, the sunset, the cicadas in midsummer and the flowers that never fade.
It's the breeze, it's the sunset, it's the heartbeat, it's irreplaceable.
[Bright and sober girl × wanton publicity boy]
[Campus Group Portrait]
Purpose: Unite, love and help each other to get admitted to the ideal university