We Made a Wish Under the Stars in Our Senior Year of High School

The cicadas chirp and the test papers fly together, and dreams are as bright as stars. Three years are the focus of the pen rustling on the manuscript paper, the liveliness of laughter and play in the corridor, the dense annotations in the wrong question book, and the youthfulness and reluctance frozen in the graduation photos. We lose our childishness in the alternation of morning and dusk, and get closer to our ideals while stumbling. This period of time called "high school" will eventually become the hottest prologue in life.