I grew up with them.

I am used to Guo Jingming and Han Han to occupy my writing space. In the tears of sadness, I know the sky of forty-five degrees. I am overwhelmed by the choice of my own self. I like to watch the wings of others learn to fly, but I find myself missing something...
Youth always loses something. I used to use pleasure to make up for this mysterious blank... The flying kite is getting farther and farther away from us, and the little song is no longer so lively. When I reopen the page of Super Mario, I always want to stay. This moment is wonderful. It is not easy to open up a world of your own in this messy trend.
The virtual reality makes me always want to find myself in another world, so on countless silent nights, there is always someone who quietly polishes the text...
I always wanted to define the youth, but I could not capture this vague concept. I think I found it now, as the advert says: cool, happy!