Just an idea, a bit bloody
short essay
The story begins with the figure of a young man sitting under an old locust tree, reflected in the heart of another young man.
The ending of the story is that the old locust tree bloomed and fell in the young man's heart for many years.
Everyone is welcome to leave a message on Weibo (a scoop of autumn water) and just send the razor blade.
Intention: Cheer up for the college entrance examination