Youth under the coconut trees
When I was eighteen years old, a group of young people came to Hainan in a daze, when we had a dream and wanted to embrace this welcoming city with open arms, but we were burned in an instant.
Life is like a hot dagger, stabbing us with thousands of holes, and quickly scabbing over, so that the blood has no chance to flow out.
When the sea breeze rises again, we hear the jungle tearing, the waves howling, the white dresses fluttering high, that ...... It's a youth that can't be helped!
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