The chirping of cicadas is the sound of the clock slowly counting down outside the window, and the scores on the test paper are like the climbing vines. The boy I like likes to play basketball. It's a pity that I never held his dirty hands after playing. I didn't wear his jersey. I didn't see him smiling at me after he scored a three-pointer. It's a pity. I miss it so much. We sat together in the classroom with the air conditioner blowing on. After class, we played in front of the air conditioner and fought in the corridor. It's a pity that we can never go back to that summer. Let's let the novel make up for our regrets.
Purpose: I hope that the girl will not trip over stones when running after the wind.