In the days that followed, I always thought of that early autumn classroom, the test papers blown up by the wind, and the clean short-sleeves and bright smile of the boy across from me.
Those farces that once made me blush, those thoughts hidden on the back of the scratch paper, those days and nights filled with test papers and countdowns, when I look back, they all sparkle with tiny lights.
I have never regretted that period of chaos, nor have I regretted the words I left unsaid or the questions I didn't have time to finish.
After all, youth is something that gets hot when you hold it in your hands. It only gets hot once, and that's enough.
Intention: Using the ordinary daily life of an eighteen-year-old as the background, he writes about the throbbing and passion of a young man's mind, expressing the only once-in-a-lifetime passion and preciousness of youth, and hiding the sparkle of growth in the intersection of details.
