In Siyuan that year, there were fragrant gardenias and green loquats, shadows of sky-blue school uniforms running wantonly on the playground, principals and directors nagging about safety education before meals, red-walled courtyards and teaching buildings, teenagers holding basketballs in the sunset, and us who were separated by an exam. We are still us, but we are separated from each other in our own lives. He said that time did not let us be together. I said, in fact, there was no designated person for that big adventure. But when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say them out. Later, I forgot. Later, we broke up. . . This is the first book I've ever written. A real first book. In order to commemorate my youth, I spent three years in junior high school. Maybe you think it's too early to be in junior high school, but today's students are all precocious, and their ignorant feelings have not yet fermented. We will also have our own youth and our own emotional problems just like in the TV series. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, we also have friends we care about and the person we look at and blush. The me in the book is me. This is the story of my three years in junior high school. In this way, we commemorate those beautiful days. May we have a bright future and be young when we return.