Our Youth Has Come to an End

I always think back to, what is youth like? He is obviously not old yet, but he can't remember it. For me, Kissing Spring is an unfinished story. It is not finished, but in the end it is just forgotten. What kind of time was that? Very similar to each of you, but also different from each of you. In the hot summer when we were 18 years old, we took the college entrance examination in a classroom with ice cubes. The old electric fan was squeaking loudly above the head, and the classroom was so quiet, so quiet that the sound of the pen scratching on the paper was so clear, I still remember it clearly even now. After that exam, we and our friends went our separate ways and embarked on different paths in life. ………… This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.