In that hot summer when the air was stagnant and it seemed like it would never end, the world outside the window was enveloped by the endless, hoarse chirping of cicadas. The noisy sounds were layer upon layer, coming in like a tide and refusing to disperse, stubbornly filling every inch of time and quiet corner in the afternoon. This monotonous yet turbulent sound wonderfully corresponded to the hazy and turbulent throbbing deep in the young man's heart - those indescribable, unexplained, but extremely real noisy and clashing emotions. They resonate silently with the letter deep in the most secret drawer of the desk, which has been touched repeatedly and whose edges have been slightly rolled up, but has never been stamped and put into the mailbox. Every stroke on the letter paper reveals the clumsiness and sincerity of youth. The handwriting may be immature, but the emotion is extremely sincere. The scorching sun in summer, the endless chirping of cicadas, the nowhere-to-be-placed thoughts, and this silent letter are quietly intertwined, weaving together a unique, green and private memory that only belongs to this hot season.
Concept: Youth Campus