Morning and Evening, I Also Raise My Head

Qiao Zhiyu: Hey, why are your grades so bad? Song Yiluan: Your grades are good, right? You are amazing! ... She always sat in the back row, staring blankly up at the young man sitting in the front row giving a speech. Every time, she put her pen under her nose and murmured. The sun shone into the window sill with hope. Under the sycamore tree, they chased the morning sun... The rain and dew fell evenly on their faces, looking forward to every time they looked up.