Fall 2010
The morning light slants on the nameboard of Chuandu Middle School, signaling that the beginning of another year has arrived. The weather in September, whether it was cold or not, blew up the collars of pedestrians. The woman stopped at the intersection inadvertently glanced at the crowds of people walking towards the school at the zebra crossing. For a moment, time seemed to have missed a second, and some memories caught the cold wind, which got into the woman's sleeves. After shivering slightly, she closed the button and raised the car window. The green light turned on, and the horn of the car behind brought her back to reality. She put her feet down and the car started. The wandering thoughts linger around me for a long time. Like an unsealed scroll covered with dust, a memory appears: that ordinary story that gradually infiltrated into life bit by bit... In a distant room, in front of the girl's desk, there is a grass-colored diary. On the title page of the book is the girl's delicate handwriting - Yan Shuiyi, which records her memories of her second year in high school and even her graduation, and also writes about her quiet growth. From the beginning to the end, she still remembers that in the creases of the repeatedly opened pages, mixed with "morning", "dusk", "side by side", "playground", "companion", "smile" and "lucky", the days of her youth reappeared in her mind, as well as the people she "unforgettable" in that "panic" era.
The first page in her diary is the first day of school for her sophomore year of high school.
Purpose: Missing the days of student days combined with real life