I stood in front of the window, and the radio station was buzzing noisily as always. The evening breeze brought the faint sound of music, the cheers of people on the court, and the rustling of Terminalia trees in the wind. The high and low houses in the small town in the distance are scattered in the bright sunset. At this moment, there are thousands of birds nesting in the forest. Behind them, they came in twos and threes, still laughing and playing, walking briskly. The girl's voice said softly on the radio that today's broadcast was over. The excitement on the court slowly subsided, leaving only the "click" sound of the basketball contacting the ground. Then, the sound of hitting the ball also disappeared, followed by the bustling crowd. The first evening bell rang, and finally, only the sound of the electric fan overhead and the sound of turning the book over were left. I look back and everything is coming to an end, my high school years.