"I remember, those midsummer seasons
There is the heat of the sycamore tree
There is a young man who is ignorant of the sprouting love
And some feelings have already planted their seeds
The wind at seventeen is very light
And your weight in my heart is immeasurable."
Seventeen-year-old He Yu wrote in the girl's diary
She didn't know that seventeen-year-old Zhou Jili
I also wrote the word "rain" on a manuscript paper filled with process.
The feelings of a seventeen-year-old are so pure that no one dares to express them.
Purpose: I hope everyone can cherish worthy people