Flower festival

The true color of the heart should be like this.

--Inscription

After each test, we will make a lie to ourselves, saying that this is just an accident, but it is caused by carelessness. This gorgeous dream makes us want to add confusion and finally lost the true self.

If one day you meet me in the intersection of life, don't pull me to follow the track of the flower season, just support me silently behind me and give me courage. Let me not alone through the flower season, ok? my friend.

It was a rain that day. The rain in summer seems to come very fiercely like the violent breath of youth. And the sky after the rain is also my favorite clear and fresh. Everything seems to have never changed, but each person's mood is different with age.

The wind made the leaves dance in the sky, and the leaves circulated and flew into the dust everywhere. That is me, my dream is cold. My dream was blocked by layers of yarn, which was blocked outside the season.

My heart is full of embarrassment and sentimentality, like the rainy atmosphere of the South.

I want to stand in the storm and feel the roar of the wind and the roar of the rain, and feel the cleanest and most thorough world.

The rain was still pattering, but my heart calmed down. Yes, I picked up the senseless sentimentality and carefully picked up a piece of the residual dream. Even if it is the most simple, it is the most gorgeous in my eyes. That is my dream.

People always have to work hard for their dreams. I have used my sincerity and sweat to pick up my own unique and gorgeous dreams. That is my dream.

I want to go for the ideal, to give sweat, just to see my dreams again.

I want to give my life a firm commitment.

The wind blew over, but I only felt a warmth, just because I am not the original one.

I once again raised the sails in my life, lit up the bright lights that guided me to a higher place!

Success failure seems to have been seen.

- the end

Second day: Yang Ying