Many years later, Jiang Hui spread the classmate directory on her lap. There was still half a line of unfinished words by Guo Xu on the old page. Next to Zhuang Bo's name, she drew a small star. The warm water cup handed over by Li Zichun was condensed with fine water droplets - like all the unsaid words, they finally quietly fell to the ground on a spring day.
Zhuang Bai's light was like the star on the other side, no matter how bright it was, it couldn't shine into her draft book;
Guo Xu's preface is an unfinished poem. The phrase "see you when school starts" gets stuck in your throat and becomes the wind in the long alley;
And the belated spring is wrapped in warmth, and the cypress light that was broken in the beginning of the year is kneaded into a habitat in the heart bit by bit.
"It turns out that the regret of youth is to let the right person come just in time for spring."
Intent: Regrets and growth in youth, and the interpretation of love at the "right time".