The Yin clouds are raining, the tung trees are falling, and the bright moon is cool and the treasure fan is idle. It was obviously a poem I read from a Chinese language test paper, but I was very moved. From that moment on, I wanted to tell a story like this. I not only want to let more people know about the protagonist Zhao Shuyun, but also want to share the beautiful mood of my senior year in high school. I know that it is detachment and growth, not escape.