The phoenix trees in Jiangcheng remain evergreen year after year, and the seven evening breezes come and go every day.
In the first-year high school class, there are four desks in front of and behind each other, and six people enter the same hot morning and dusk.
Some people are gentle and restrained, hiding their thoughts in countless silent accommodations, and remaining silent year after year;
Some people are enthusiastic and magnanimous, and their fate gradually deepens as they fight day and night, and then slowly fall into ordinary fireworks;
Some people are quiet and timid, staring at each other for years across a table, leaving only silent thoughts;
Some people are lonely and lonely, standing in a sea of people but always watching, untouched by the wind and moon, and have no clear mind.
They share the same window light, the same way home, and the same three years of youth.
But the only thing is that the heartbeat is always at the wrong peak, and the encounter never coincides with each other.
The parasol trees are falling everywhere, and the evening breeze is closing in.
It turns out that the greatest tenderness and regret of youth is that we have been together for three years, but our love for each other has not lasted.
Concept: Youth is made up of regrets
