The Wind Blows on the Street and the Fragrance of Pears Is Burning

The wind outside the window is clear and filled with the fragrance of Elaeagnus angustifolia. The school bell rang, and the wind passed through the classroom and entered the hearts of young girls. This is our youth, Although there are no flowers, applause, or red carpet, Full of regret, sadness, and unwillingness, But there is the best of us. The boys and girls in those youthful years, Teach me to grow, Teach me what love is.