The chirping of cicadas in midsummer is a frivolous and enthusiastic story. At the junction of autumn and summer, white clouds are kites flying in the blue sky, and youth is us running on the playground. Every shout, every support, every honor, are all left in the huge playground, and sweat drips into the plastic track. Sweating unbridled, they are in the prime of their youth.
He is just one of millions of people. Like us, he has endless exercises, endless key points to memorize, and endless worries... He is ordinary, and he is also the ideal I pursue.
Intention: Young people are not afraid of the passage of time, there is still glory on the other side.