June 1. Clear skies. The night wind was bitterly cold. Lin Jiu died, shattered into pieces like the last leaves of autumn, torn apart by the cold wind. Lin Jiu died, dark red blood clinging to his tattered school uniform. He died in the loveliest years of his life, years too beautiful for words. Lin Jiu died alone and helpless, without a sound or a trace. June 2. Clear skies. The sun was a little too bright. "I heard someone at your school jumped off a building." "That one, what's his name again? Oh, I remember, Lin Jiu, right! That's him." "That guy? Why?" "How should I know? He caused trouble everywhere when he was alive, and now even his death won't let people rest. He probably fell by accident. Whatever, let's go eat."
Theme: We should strive to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and through hard work.
