"I often think of high school late at night, of the greasy but bustling cafeteria, of the row of tall cedars in front of the dormitory building, of the tree-lined road next to the teaching building where I could walk back and forth for an entire activity class, and of the boy I had a crush on on other floors in the name of fetching water."
The center of the story is probably - study hard, study hard, study hard.
In high school, I probably had various professed or secret likes, but it seems impossible to categorize them specifically in this article.
The idea comes from a scene that flashed up one day——
The heroine was holding a thick political book in the corridor and muttering expressionlessly, jumping from the last chapter of "Economic Life" to the first chapter with a clatter.
The boy standing not far away had the "Handbook of Important and Difficult Points" spread out in front of him. The tip of his flowing pen suddenly paused, and he raised his head and looked in the direction of the heroine: "Hey, classmate, you seem to have misunderstood the basic content and expression of the law of value."
Intention: The life of laughter and tears in adolescence. The people and things I have encountered are precious treasures in life. Looking back many years later, I still feel warm and worthwhile.