If can if

There is no electric fan rattling in the stuffy classroom of summer. The luxuriant Metasequoia outside the window, without the old vitality, stood there numb and peacefully as if the soul had been removed. Tall and straight. The sunshine scattered on their bodies gently swept through the crevice between the leaves, brushed my shoulders and

V parting

Don’t want to say goodbye, but in Farewell, that childish years; Don’t want to say goodbye, always in Farewell, that dreamlike season. Inscription remember that I was young at that time and always believed that lyrical quotes were all classic. Now it seems that it is just a manifestation of one’s own feelings. Naive, naive,