There Are Trees in the Mountains

I met him at the transition between spring and summer that year. The warm sunshine and the gentle breeze imprinted his beauty in my eyes. The sound of the basketball hitting the ground matched my heartbeat. Youth is a non-stop encounter and miss. But the clean and dazzling youthfulness in you illuminated all the joy of my entire girlhood! All the people and things I encountered witnessed my growth. This article is dedicated to the throbbing youth of those years, and it is also a memory of those good times. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.