I don't know how many youth years and moments I will still remember many years later, but every person who appears in my life has taught me a lot. Time does not speak, it just writes the years gently into my memory. This is my youth, and the youth of everyone similar to me. My junior high school years were bleak and gorgeous. I hope to share them in words. There are many shadows of many people in them. This belongs to me. The junior high school years of a generation born in the 90s, there is no quarrel, just real, ordinary hard work, and constantly moving forward.
Concept: There is hard work in youth, and there are people and things that everyone deserves to remember and miss.