Don't Cry When You're Seventeen

"It's not difficult to laugh, but it's difficult not to cry." This is them, they are seventeen years old, who is waiting for whom in the long river of youth. They don't expect the world to feel sorry for us, they just want to be touched by the taste of happiness. That's all. Some people say that happiness is very simple, but it is difficult because of simplicity. As a seventeen-year-old girl, Yanyu only waited for these two words, but she accidentally exhausted all her life's strength and failed miserably. She often hoped that happiness could be closer, but the port of happiness was always looming in front of her eyes. "How beautiful the dream is, how cruel the reality is." Inexplicably involved in a family dispute, the innocent sneaks into a lurking crisis, and the idiot writes about love and hatred. Seventeen-year-old, do you understand? When you unintentionally draw a blueprint of your dream, the unreasonable reality is just a joke on you. You can't imagine how stupid you are. She can never hold her head high in front of a broken family and true friends - Xia Zhirou, a stupid and pretty girl who dreams of a bright future. Was her seventeen-year-old defeated by reality? "The dissociation of love is like true love, like falsehood." Wrong? Did Yue Lao take the wrong line or did he take the wrong line? He just wants to silently protect the girl in his heart, even if he spends his whole life, he will have no regrets, but why is it that what he desires is always out of reach. At the age of seventeen, he declared his strength with a playful smile - Kang Junwei, silent and unending love accumulated into a long river. He just wanted to be by her side. At the age of seventeen, he didn't want much, but his wounds were covered by this wandering illusion. What he wanted was getting farther and farther away from him, but he forgot how to breathe in pain. "You laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at you for being crazy." You also have a different seventeen-year-old. Some people describe it as flower-like but perishable. We once held hands and wandered the streets like idiots, hugging madly in the rain just to fill the empty pain in our hearts. When you said to me: I am still in your world. Seventeen-year-old she and he will laugh at you as an idiot, because promise is always just a healing agent and can never last forever. This is you seventeen-year-olds, we can fill your remaining space with tears, and we can also squeeze in a smile, but what you have is the little space you have left. If your seventeen years old is different, please support Luo Qing's "Don't Cry at Seventeen" If you miss it, it will be your loss, because the age of seventeen only happens once