Fairy copywriting full of juvenile sense

Fairy copywriting full of juvenile sense

The dead leaves of the phoenix tree bear the unfinished heart of childhood, and the autumn wind bursts, blowing sour and short-lived secret love.

The sense of youth I understand is not fearless because of ignorance, but fearless because of knowing.

Teenagers have always been ignorant and pretentious everywhere. Although pretentious, but also honest and carefree. I love such a teenager, modest and arrogant, proud and calm.

Let's have enough time. I always believe that the love of teenagers is long and warm.

Teenagers are teenagers. They don't like the spring breeze, they won't get tired of Xia Chan, they won't feel sad for the autumn wind, and they won't sigh for the winter snow. Look at them, they are rich and lazy, and they are not allowed to face injustice because they are teenagers.

The school uniform of teenagers is the biggest secret of my whole youth.

Jiang Tian is no longer a brother or a boyfriend. As soon as he turned around, he became a rich man who didn't know how to call him, an outspoken XXX.

Teenagers are utopias, but their hearts are still growing in the sun.

I like you, so I want you to be surrounded, so your path should be full of flowers and people.

A teenager's heart is a wasteland on a midsummer night, which can't be cut and burned. When the long wind blows, weeds even grow to the sky.

The sun on earth is just right, and the wind blows over the top of the forest. At that time, they were still young

Flowers and applause are for frivolous teenagers.

A teenager can be a dripping moment, a summer night with thunder and lightning, a long and sunny day, a bug lurking in spring, a trembling youth and a gentle breath of a flower. They don't have to care about true and false ills, and they don't have to sigh. As long as we stand together, they are all stories and legends of 10 thousand people.

I like cicada singing in summer very much. The sun is shining, the warm wind holds my head up, and the sweat of the teenager is full of pride. I made a wish to the gods that the warmth of the world would turn into a breeze and hug him, not me.

The applause from the audience was warm and lasting, just like a grand blessing. No one knows that they are together, but everyone has seen them together.

The rose in the ruins is still noble, even without the dazzling of the past, but she is still a rose.

That summer, cicadas sang on the sycamore tree in midsummer, and the evening wind blew outside the window. At the end of June, when my youth ended, we met in summer, and summer never ended.

The third road is still endless, and the shadow of the phoenix tree is still lush.

If you have expectations, go all out and make progress, you will achieve something.