This is a good scenery here.

The scenery is good here.

The scenery is good here, and the scenery is chic. I love this unique scenery, I love everything that belongs to me in this landscape.

The scenery is good here, I love my youth.

The scenery is good here, I love the unique style that belongs to me. When the wind blew the leaves, my figure shrank in the wind. Just like youth, like the shackles of our parcels, fear of being hurt in reality, but ultimately failed to escape. So try to break free of your own network, turn into a butterfly, and fly for your dreams.

The scenery is good here, I love the sunshine that belongs to me. When the first rays of the sun shine through the glass windows into the house in the morning, it is not gentle and contempt, but swiftly sweeps everything in the house. I can clearly see the dust flying in the air, and I can clearly hear the notes that the sun is knocking out on the floor. Extend your hands and touch the ones through your fingers to enjoy the unique beauty. Just like my youth, I can laugh with ease, I can cry freely, I can have a dream that seems to be far away but seems to be close at hand.

The scenery is good here, I love the unique campus that belongs to me. When the classroom inadvertently smashed the unique green tree outside the window and aimed at the leaves that slowly fell in the air, I would feel the unique beauty of youth, and use the passion to absorb the knowledge of the dew. When I finally think about it and finally realize it, I will feel the joy of success and use faith to meet the next challenge. When the lights are fighting in the night, when the sleepyness comes, I will feel the beauty of struggle and enjoy the fulfillment of the third day.

The scenery is good here, and the scenery is chic. The wind in the scenery teaches me to let go of my dreams; the sunshine in the scenery teaches me to give myself some coziness; the campus in the landscape teaches me to cherish time to struggle.

The scenery here is so good, let me use it on campus, use the sun and the wind to play my youth, which belongs to my dream.

The third day: Ke Yuling