Some juvenile copywriters

The wind can't run away from me

Born in youth, died in youth.

The word teenager should be repelled by mediocrity.

Young cicada with orange flavor in midsummer

I declare my secret love for you in the summer dusk.

The summer in Phuket will never stop, and my beloved teenager will always be in love.

You should know that Ling Yunzhi, a young boy, once promised to be world-class.

The wind rises and falls, blowing through this wild youth, taking some away and leaving some behind.

I'm going ashore, slowly but firmly.

I told myself that the wind came from far away, and it didn't hurt to go.

We walked side by side in the dark, walking on our respective pilgrimages.

Then run away, in the wild flowers, even if death comes, romance will not fade. ..

I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.

The city shines generously all night, just like a teenager who is not afraid of long years.

Please always be crazy, always romantic and always awake.

Everyone knows that it is difficult to walk, and teenagers regard danger as the land.