The chirping of cicadas in June shattered the shadows of the sycamore trees and spread across the glass windows of the junior high school classrooms.
The clear and elegant essay in the Chinese class disrupted Su Yu's heartbeat. She looked at the young man in the second row who was listening to the class with his eyes lowered. He was thin and tall, with gentle eyebrows, and the throbbing hidden in her heart quietly took root.
In order to get closer to him, Su Yu locked up all the romance novels, memorized vocabulary before dawn, and immersed herself in writing questions late at night. She rushed from the middle of the class to the training class just for the chance to sit next to him.
The thoughts on the confession wall, the exercises she stayed up until early in the morning, and the whispers in her best friend's ears were all part of her young and hot youth.
Later, tiny cracks appeared in youth, her heartbeat was shelved, and there were gaps in friendship. She squatted under the sycamore tree to pick up scattered homework books, her tears quietly fell, and she finally learned to wake up.
When the high school entrance examination came to an end, she folded all the girl's worries into paper airplanes and threw them from the rooftop into the distance.
The summer cicada still sang, and the young man rushed to a more dazzling distance. She reunited with her old friends on the new campus, and finally put down her regrets with a smile.
It turns out that the best way to grow up in youth is never to catch up with someone, but to live as your own light through stumbling. The summer cicada has not rested, and has followed the wind in the past. From now on, it is born towards the sun, and every step is magnanimous.
Intention: Let go of the past and live toward the sun