The taste of youth is probably the taste of grape soda, with a hint of sourness in the sweetness, just like those fleeting heartbeats. The heartbeats of youth always appear in the fallen flowers dropped by the boy during running exercises in early spring, in the looking back of the boy in the breeze under the midsummer sunset, in the bright and everlasting podium in late autumn, and in the sunshine falling on the hair of the boy in the harsh winter. He sat there, leaning against the wall at the door of the class, with a group of boys chatting and joking with him. He looked lazily at the morning light shining on the tips of his hair in the corridor. At that moment, she couldn't tell whether it was that light that illuminated her or him. Only later did she realize that he was the light itself. Over the years, there was him, she, and he, she, he... This was that unique but a bit bad youth. "He is the goal, the hope, the last light seen before the earth collapses." - Lin Yilan "Just like... Jasmine." - Han Yu "What I dislike the most is falling in love in the summer. Everything seems particularly boring in the sultry weather." - Chen Ran "But he said he was afraid of hurting me." —Zhang Yanyan "That person may not know that in this hurried world, someone has loved him ten years after another." —Shen Yi "Are you going to the canteen?
Concept: A young boy is full of fearlessness and sensibility, which shines as the years go by.