Hot June, gloomy June, June of relief, June of reluctance, friendship falls in June, memories fly all over the sky, the flowers in June fly away, we forget and we are forgotten.
In June, when gardenias are in full bloom, the fragrance envelopes everything, but at this time many people feel the loneliness of the wind blowing and the cherry blossoms falling in March. As time passed, I found that my memory gradually faded and my senses gradually blurred. My joys, sorrows and sorrows during the six years of middle school were like the joys and sorrows of others in the story. It seems that I am no longer the protagonist in my memories, but a bystander outside the story, so I want to tell those stories and be the protagonist in the memories again.