Everyone has been through high school. It is about love, homosexuality, depravity, exuberance, glory, romance, and various expressions. The high school I wrote about faithfully records some of the trivial matters stripped away from life. It seems ordinary but has an undercurrent. It is far from a straightforward and pretentious graduation speech from a top student. I believe that all viewers are familiar with it, because they have met and known each other at one stop in life, even though the impression is a bit unfamiliar. It's okay, so I stood in front of the carved row of doors and looked in. Then I left with a happy smile, thinking that this might as well be the way it is now. Like an old well, it keeps drawing in the visitors. High school not only carries the memory of a person from youth to maturity, but also shows the videos of generations.