During the summer vacation of the second grade of junior high school, I suddenly took up writing a diary for no reason, and this book ended. The third year of junior high school and the whole year have been in it. My memories, the rights and wrongs of the past, happiness or unhappiness. . . Alas, there are too many. It was these words that held up the sky for me when I was 16 years old, allowing me to see the rainbow after the rain again and again. Lying on the school playground, the sky in the third grade of junior high school was only as big as the love between two fingers.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
