A Moss

I saw it posted by a friend. You didn't tell me about it after you finished writing it. You just saw it when you were browsing the space. So I searched it and read the preface. It already touched me. Our youth is the same. There is no beautiful first love like in TV series and novels. Some of them are endless test papers. Well, it is also appropriate for reality. I have helped myself, but compared with you, I feel like I am a person without dreams. I am thinking about the future. Although I have compromised and followed my parents' opinions and followed the path they wanted me to take, it is still a failure and a mess. So not all parents are right. I can only say that I regret it.

Your writing is great and beautiful. I feel like I have seen my youth here. I really have a lot of tastes when I think about it now - sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty The photo was taken on the school playground, do you still remember it, the hot summer of memory?