The tall basketball hoop, the sound of footsteps on the rubber-red track in the distance that quietly flashed through my heart in the dusk, the corner of my eyes that I peeked at when I was young, and the hem of my clothes that was carefully scalded by the heat.
He stood on the dark red runway. I leaned forward hard, hoping that he could see me. I was cheering for him. When we looked at each other in a daze, he smiled at Mu Xinghan and waved to her.
Intention: "The school uniform of a young boy is wrapped in the greatest secret of my entire youth."