Please Listen to the Code

I dreamed back to the early morning of junior high school. I looked up at the horizon. Ah, it's autumn again. The convex and concave corners of the wooden desk are all the work of "predecessors". He lightly crossed his bangs with his hand and propped his head up to listen to the head teacher talking about the differences in junior high school on the podium. "Hey, what's your name?" "Xu Yi." Miss it? Maybe. But often when the ginkgo trees fall, I wonder when we will see each other again year after year. Still lying on the new desk, thinking about the sweat I shed in junior high school and the books I memorized in a strange environment. No, what I miss will always be the young man in my heart, Li Yuan, when I first fell in love. Concept: Adapted from junior high school life