The Years Picked Up

As said in many books, there are three stages in life: experience-looking back-thinking. "Pick up" also means "seventeen". In the flower season, there are many stories, and I gradually want to think about it: everyone has a star of their own. It doesn't matter about love, it just means watching. If you want to find it, stretch out your hand and face the night sky, spread your fingers, and look through the gaps between your fingers. Your star will try its best to become the brightest one in your eyes. At this time, you will smile! (Maybe the idea is not mature enough and you will have similar remarks to others, but if you want to support it, you can do it. It won't be too rigid, just talk about the stories of the years together O(∩_∩)O)