It was cool, and a gust of wind blew past my ears. I stood at the school gate and thought: Maybe this is the last time I will stand as a student on this campus that once gave me warmth. This summer we are about to graduate, leave this school, and enter university. There is a lot of reluctance and it has left us with too many memories. Turning around and leaving, looking at his back that day, he couldn't help shouting: Xia Zheng, will you still be waiting for me at the same place today, many years later?