The story begins in 2013, when our little fresh meat in 2000 and 2001 entered junior high school. That year, we were short and poor, but full of energy and spirit; that year, we were 13 or 4 years old, and our youth and dreams were sprouting; that year, we had just met, met, and met to spend a long time together. We are ignorant and cute, but not naive; we are cunning, sinister but not capable. We are China in the future, and China is us in the future. That was the year we officially set sail. ——Dedicated to my class, the home I am about to leave, turned from memories into pen and ink, under my hands.