When my fingertips lightly brushed the dust that had accumulated for two years on the window sill, my hands touched the ravaged tables and chairs in the classroom for the last time, and I watched the people under the podium who were busy behind mountains of books gradually disappear. Amidst the commotion, I stood in the corridor, Through the mottled light and shadow of the glass window, I already knew that in the next summer, the stuffy classroom will still be filled with noisy people, and the patterned desk is filled with all kinds of books, but there are no old friends among them.
Once upon a time, I suddenly came back to my senses and noticed that the silent little guy gently ran his fingertips across my back and then disappeared. I watched the dark growth rings in the isolated mahogany stake on the lawn. In a circle, like a drop of tear falling into a deep empty pool, the dust of the past covered in the corner floats up and down in the beam of light, like ripples in the deep pool, interlocking and ups and downs...
Adapted from real events, it tells the story of a middle school student from Hainan Island and his mother.
Unique folk customs, historical background, and a microcosm of Hainan's past and present development spanning more than 20 years.
Sometimes, time is fleeting. If you don't grasp it well, we will be separated by two worlds...
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