There was a time when you and I sat reading under a tree, lying on the green ground basking in the sun, rushing to the cafeteria after the bell rang, lying down to catch up on sleep after the teacher left...
You and I have both noticed a young man. We don't call him love, we call him youth.
In the new stage of youth, I eagerly want to write something to remember. When time goes by, I look back and the lights are not dimmed.
I would like to commemorate my high school with this book and share it with you.
Concept: youth, struggle, maturity, emotion