The youthful wind blew past the classroom windowsill, blowing away the calculation steps on the draft paper and blowing away the thoughts hidden in the eyes. This collection of short stories crushes the clearest love on campus into the clear light of stars and the fragrance of jasmine.
Maybe it was walking side by side on the moonlit tree-lined avenue after evening self-study, and the candy wrappers on his fingertips and the jasmine fragrance in her hair merged into the twinkling stars in the sky; maybe it was in the stands of the sports meeting, and the bottle of warm water she handed out shattered the light that was brighter than the stars in the boy's eyes; or maybe it was the window seat in the library, where the sunlight spread across the pages, and the handwriting left by his pen contained a secret that was gentler than the language of jasmine.
The love of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old is clumsy and passionate, like the stars on a summer night, small but dazzling; like jasmine in the morning, light but long. There is no ups and downs of the bloody plot, only the notes hidden in the middle of the textbook, the secret peeks outside the playground fence, and the silence of walking side by side on the way to school.
These fragments of youth that take place in classrooms, playgrounds, and libraries are romantic chronicles exclusively for teenagers and girls. Opening this book, I hope you can pick up the excitement of your youth, and in the whispers of Xing and Mo, relive that time when everything was filled with joy.
Concept: Using the clarity of "stars" and the freshness of "jasmine" as images, it freezes the purest throbbing of campus love.
