There Are Trees in the South, and They Have Become a Forest in Ten Years.

I live in a small town, not as prosperous as a big city. Small towns are always talking about development and are always doing something about comprehensive urban and rural management. But always a small town. Transformation into a big city happens only during an afternoon nap. That summer, the fan was spinning, the teacher was speaking, and the chalk was squeaking on the blackboard. My deskmate was tired and fell asleep on the desk. I watched the blazing sunlight filtering in through the classroom windows. There are also bright water glasses. Maybe the time is just right and you have a smile on your face I stammered to him, "What's your name?" It started with what's your name, and later, everything.