In a key old school in Xihu District, Hangzhou, the old stone road of the Imperial Street of the Southern Song Dynasty is wrapped in cinnamon fragrance. On the day when He entered Class 1 of Grade 2 in high school in autumn, she caught Bai Bai looking at Baochu Pagoda - on a wet and cold autumn night, she took over his cardigan smelling of sweet-scented osmanthus; on the weekends, she used to buy teaching aids and squatted in the bookstore by the West Lake to watch her sort out the spines of books; on a rainy day, when she hid under the old camphor tree to wipe the rain, Leifeng Pagoda was shrouded in fog.
The "god of study" in the science class is partial to Chinese, and the "dark horse" who has transferred to Qiu has no worries about English listening. After self-study in the evening, he squeezes into the alleyway wonton stall to give lectures. The English lyrics on the draft paper are mixed with the traces of osmanthus in the notebook. After the monthly exam, she took Line 1 to the Qiantang River. She said, "I will take the physics test at Zhejiang University." She answered, "Then I will take the computer test at the same campus." The river wind wrapped her long hair and swept over her shoulders, like the autumn in Hangzhou, soft and tough.
Intention: In the autumn atmosphere of Hangzhou, see the two-way rush of youth and tenderness.