The first day of September.
The trees on both sides of the street rustled as the morning glow blew through the breeze. Lin Huo ran quickly with his schoolbag on his back. The hem of his school uniform that was lifted up was connected to the youthful feast of the boy.
The sun shines on the class sign hanging by the classroom door, reflecting golden light.
Somewhat dazzling.
Lin Huo narrowed his eyes.
Senior class (210)
Concept: The river of art is endless