When the Warm Wind Blows Through Youth

She has been an alternative since she was a child! I like purity, I like writing, I like melancholy, I like doing whatever I want, and I also like the elusive word "zuo"! Although she went to a third-rate school, she wanted to write a campus chapter, which would be light and understated, recording laughter, documenting promises, and storing emotions, hoping to maintain a precious youth forever. There was a smile that appeared in my life, but in the end it dissipated like smoke, and that smile became a rushing river buried deep in my heart that I couldn't swim through. Just because of the promise I made at that time, I am afraid of losing it. I hope this gift will not come too late and be dedicated to those lovely classmates!