My feeling towards him is like the white porcelain plum soup in mid-summer, which breaks the ice and clangs against the wall. In my senior year of high school, more than 80 new students suddenly came to our school. The school even divided them into two classes, and they all came back from Beijing. People are all very interested in new things, and of course I am no exception. Ever since I first laid eyes on him, I have been in love with him for thousands of years.