Qu Tong always thinks of the breeze in April and the evening in May, the sadness in April, the flowers and love in May. Those days when there was as much happiness as there was pressure; the determination to write a summary and memorize the chronology with open eyes no matter how hard it was in the history review class, the secret joy of watching the Golden Lock in the class where the Chinese skills were taught, the math exercises that failed no matter what, it was a headache-inducing cycle over and over again, which seemed to have no end, but it still came to an end. At that time, everyone thought that the sword was unsheathed and there would be no change in life. Unexpectedly, the loss of youth was as fast as the scorching clouds in the heat, and the song was not finished, and the romance was gone.
Purpose: I would like to write this article to commemorate the entire summer of 2018