In the summer of 2016, the sun poured down like flowing water. There are thick trees beside the road, projecting onto the hot concrete road. Leaving behind pieces of shadow. Looking back many years later, I always feel that maybe this was the best start for us. Every time I recall this scene, I seem to be able to feel the scorching sunshine of that year and the quiet fragrance exuded by the trees.
Three years of junior high school, in my heart. Most of the memories are like the chalk dust on the podium that is blown into the wind, and there is no trace of it. Only the back of the young man in school uniform leaning on the railing and looking at the sky becomes clearer and clearer as time goes by.
Intention: Three years of junior high school, in my heart. Most of the memories are like the chalk dust on the podium that is blown into the wind, and there is no trace of it. Only the back of the young man in school uniform leaning on the railing and looking at the sky becomes clearer and clearer as time goes by.