The ignorance of youth is the youth that cannot be returned.
The wind blew gently through the campus in late summer, and the light and shadow danced among the mottled leaves.
The two teenagers approached quietly in the lost time.
Their stories are not earth-shattering, only subtle collisions day after day.
Like the afternoon sun shining on the pages of an old book, it is warm and indifferent.
This is about the secret of growth, and the emotion that is not easy to detect, but is profound.
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental. The author is a high school student and his writing is terrible. If you don't like it, don't touch it.
Purpose: Pursue the high-spirited youthful atmosphere among teenagers