More Prosperous Than Spring

Sang Qing, who is in the first grade of junior high school (1), always hides under the camphor tree for ten minutes between classes and secretly looks at the corridor of the second grade of junior high school (1) on the second floor. There was Han Lin - a boy with his trousers rolled up and whose body always smelled of tobacco and sunshine. He is the focus of attention in the corner of the playground, a name that countless girls whisper about, and a secret that Sang Qing hides on the back of the draft paper and sandwiched in the failing test paper. She remembered the broken hair covering his eyebrows when he bent down to pick up the basketball, and the panic-stricken wind when the sleeves of his school uniform swept across his arms. This is a story about secret love. Like the grass and trees in early spring, they joint quietly in unknown corners, so grand that only you can see them.