That year, we met each other in a hurry, and before we could say a proper thank you, we parted for the first time.
That year, we ignored our feelings and only had academic studies in our eyes. In order to get admitted to the ideal university and to prevent our twelve years of sweat and tears from being shed in vain, we had to work hard and fight bravely.
In the midsummer of June, the trumpet of youth still sounded. Big piles of phoenix flowers are still swaying in the wind, as if bidding farewell to youth. In youth, most people see only parting and pain, even reluctance. But youth should not only be about separation, but also about youthful and immature love. Sometimes fragile, sometimes strong, such feelings make people feel distressed. But as a final touch to youth, it is also very meaningful. In the process of growing up in youth, I am glad that I have not missed you. I am glad that I can accompany you to grow up and stay with you till the end of your life.