That summer had no ending, and every word that fell on my fingertips was dedicated to that boy and to myself who never gave up.
The summer of his sophomore year in high school was particularly long. There was a young man living in Xia Zhenzhen's memory, and there was also a dream that could not be expressed in words.
In her world, there was no applause, only her father's heavy sigh and the reality of having to compromise. She was forced to secretly express her love for music in the gaps between test papers.
Until she met him in his senior year of high school.
He was the fixed scenery in the piano room, the boy who healed her entire youth, and the love she had never said out loud.
She thought that as long as she worked hard enough, she could keep him and her dream.
It's just that there are always awkwardnesses and misunderstandings in young minds. A dispute and a cold war caused them to drift apart when they should be close most.
She thought the summer would last long, the kapok would bloom again, and they would always have time to reconcile.
Little do you know, fate is the most ruthless.
A sudden separation not only took away the young man, but also almost shattered her remaining faith.
During the long period of healing and struggle, she turned that unfinished love into her own strength.
She finally became a better person, but that summer never came back.
Purpose: What I want to write about in this story is actually how a girl keeps her dream in the face of reality. Xia Zhenzhen's core conflict has never been whether her grades are high enough, but whether her love can survive in reality. Family pressure, financial constraints, and the denial of "you can't do it" formed a mountain that she had to climb. She met the boy who played the piano in the chaos of her sophomore year of high school. He fell into her world like light, cured her anxiety and grievances, and made her understand that dreams are not pretentious, but a reason to support her going forward. It's a pity that youth always hides regrets. The young man who stayed in midsummer could not finish his journey, nor could he accompany her until the piano keys were illuminated again. What the work wants to express is not only pain, but also growth. After a huge loss, you can still look back and pick up your love, still carry the scars, but still move forward. "Summer Is Not Ended" is about the collision between dreams and reality, about the unfinished business of youth, and I also want to tell our female compatriots: Even if there are regrets in youth, we should not just live in the memories of one person. We can still rely on ourselves to turn this regret into the strength to move on and the courage to live anew. We only live for ourselves, and we only live to become better versions of ourselves.
