I was 15 years old that year, which was when I started to understand and mature. My life began to change in this new place. Many unforgettable things happened there. My thoughts matured, but I was still as tall as before. The people and things I met changed, but the ideals I pursued were still there. I was happy and sad there, and my irresistible youth stayed there! At least in my heart, it is the most beautiful place. Is that place heaven or hell? Is it a paradise of flowers or a swamp that tramples on life?