It's just that a long, long time later, I will still think back to that summer. The scorching evening breeze, the bone-chilling air conditioner, the ice-cold drinks and flying skirts, the boys and girls walked through the school's big iron gate laughing and joking, and the barbecue stalls were crowded with oil smoke and heat waves. I sat reading by the window. At that time, I was crazy about the sexy snacks of old Beijing written by Liang Shiqiu and the unrestrained style of Wei and Jin Dynasties written by Yi Zhongtian. Outside the window, the sunset was like fire, the clouds rolled around the golden edge, and the huge parasol tree crown leaked the eager afterglow. I am worried about everything in the future, but I always outline a beautiful vision in my mind. At that time, I always thought that it was the most difficult time in my life, with endless homework and endless lessons to make up. But now I suddenly discovered that it was perhaps my sweetest moment. There were still unfallen chess pieces and uninked Bai Xuan. Occasionally, on thundery nights, I could write down a long period of uncertainty. I am no longer a young man who spends his capital arbitrarily. But fortunately, he is still not a late hero.