Teenagers are teenagers. They don't like the spring breeze, they are not tired of Xia Chan, they don't feel sad for the autumn wind, they don't sigh for the winter snow, they are too lazy to pay attention to wealth and injustice, and they are not allowed to face it because they are teenagers. Although hard, I will still choose that fiery life.
In Japanese, "summer is over" is actually as subtle as "the moonlight is really beautiful tonight". One day, I suddenly felt the coolness brought by the wind on the river bank, and my admiration was gone. My hand didn't reach out, my letter didn't send, and my youth scribbled and then closed the door. It's like waking up after a long nap, getting dressed and getting ready for school, but I can't find my textbook and backpack after looking for it for a long time.