My name is Su Sheng.
That girl Xia Qing always teases me: "Useless is Su Sheng!"
Su Sheng, scholar.
Who can I blame for that? Blame my mother who went to the United States to remarry? Or to resent my father who died young? Forget it, I said to myself.
There will still be sunshine, falling on the earth in large amounts, the cool breeze blows quietly, and the cicadas chirp loudly, flaunting the hot summer.