Recently, I saw photos of junior students wearing high school uniforms in the space. In the background of the photos were familiar campuses and classrooms. Looking at their smiling faces, I suddenly remembered my own time.
At that time, there was no boy in white riding a bicycle whizzing by, nor was there a girl with long hair whose skirt was blown up by the wind. That year, there were thick books and thick test papers; that year, the earliest morning light and the latest starlight; that year, there were a group of teenagers from the motherland with excess hormones!