One summer, class 18, senior high school
In summer classrooms, it's too hot if you don't open the windows. If you open the windows, the curtains will be blown loudly. People sitting by the windows will always be slapped in the face by the curtains.
She didn't mind. Sometimes the wind blew right and the curtains could cover her completely, as if she was the only one in the world.
When I was a teenager, I would sigh after reading a few novels and sigh that the years are endless and life is long.
She silently mourns spring and autumn
He has been sleeping on his stomach at the back table for two classes.