The class is also a place of open and covert struggle. Here there is no bloodshed in the battlefield, no hidden knives in the workplace, and no turmoil in the shopping mall.
This is a place where students fight. There are smiles and tears here. Maybe there are certain atmospheres in society, maybe there are selfish motives, and maybe some things may not come from the sincerity, but I believe that the class must be the most precious and beautiful paradise. That small battlefield that once brought us laughter and our most glorious years...
Don't look at us as small, don't think that we are naive, don't laugh at us as ignorant. We have been able to get along well with our classmates, and we also have our own plans... But after turning through the pages of the classmate directory and the graduation photos, looking back suddenly, aren't we young? Aren't we naive?