Ruins

It's an early article, and it smells like dust. It was adapted from a past incident in a distant middle school. When I read it again now, I find that everything is elusive. The name of the protagonist in the article is fake, but the character is real; the story is fake, but the experience is real Saying this seems to be a pretense, I don't know if everyone can understand it. There are thousands of stories, but the experiences are all similar. For the ideal of youth, once young, like the sky above, it seems within reach, but it is so far away that I feel nervous. Intention: