When Li Zhaozhao was in junior high school, he met a young man who was full of energy and high spirits. To Li Zhaozhao, that boy was the sunny day in that midsummer, the secret of that midsummer, and the hot and warm sunshine in the midsummer. But until the end of junior high school, he did not express his love for his beloved. The boy stayed in the diary, in his junior high school years, and with regrets, in Li Zhaozhao's mind. Whenever I see the sycamore tree, I will think of that boy, and miss that midsummer when we saw each other every day. Now, even though we are both in a small county, we can't see each other for a year. "Thousands of waters are close, but what is close is far away."
Purpose: Remembering the ignorance we had in junior high school