In the corner of the sea city, Luozhong stands quietly, next to the silent port.
The Wutong Avenue in Haicheng No. 3 Middle School hides the chirping of cicadas and thoughts throughout the midsummer.
Half of Bai Wenli's pen tip is filled with chemical formulas, and the other half is engraved with sycamore flowers; half of Jiang Yibai's eyes reflect the red silk of the Hundred Days Oath, and the other half is filled with yearning for the heavy snow in the north.
The wind in the senior year of high school blew through the mountains of test papers, the lotus flowers in the wetland park, the admission tickets clutched by the teenagers, and the countless mornings and evenings the two of them walked side by side.
It's the nervousness that trembles on the fingertips in the examination room, it's the promise about the future under the sycamore tree, it's the shout that shakes the sky when we swear a hundred days of loyalty, it's the tears of embracing each other after the college entrance examination.
They once stopped in front of the countdown sign, hiding their unyielding love in their old mobile phones, and shared each other's anxiety and longing at night when the cicadas gradually stopped chirping.
It turns out that youth never fights alone. When the dreams of two young people stand side by side, even the wind in June is wrapped in the courage to run into the distance.
The sycamore flowers have withered and bloomed again, and the test papers will eventually turn yellow, but the chirping of the cicadas, the heartbeat, and the light in your eyes that summer will always be the hottest chapter engraved in my youth.
Note, the part about learning is just for fun. I don't know what I'm doing next.
Intention: Yuan Dan