The summer wind is messed up, and teenagers don't grow up until dusk.

Youth flies freely, but love lasts long.

There is a scenery outside the window and a future in the pen. Bowing down is the sea, looking up is Pengcheng.

"The cicadas in that summer were noisier than any other year, and the branches outside the classroom grew wildly, but they could never stop the scorching sun."

Youth will eventually end, but the memory will last forever.

The word teenager should be repelled by mediocrity.

Teenagers are not afraid of the glory of the other side.

We miss the past, and we know those days are gone forever.

The wind on the playground and his eyes became my whole summer.

The word teenager should be repelled by mediocrity.

In everyone's memory, there is a special person on campus besides endless papers.

Those seemingly unremarkable days will make you understand the meaning of persistence one day.

Meet the canteen, peek at the side face in class, dodge eyes, secretly love the heart, study at night, sunset for three years.

For me, the most unforgettable memories of youth was that summer night, when the stars were shining and a group of our friends were talking freely in the breeze.

Youth is a persistent intoxication, a fanaticism for reason, and we are endless fireworks, which will eventually be named brilliant.

Youth is a buttonwood tree outside the window, full of hopes and dreams in the scorching sun.

They are invincible and omnipotent. The sun on earth is just right, and the wind blows over the top of the forest. At that time, they were still young.

"Yellowing paper, it says young and frivolous."

"There are traces of warm-blooded youth."