I only remember that the boy was sitting on the seat by the window, holding his cheek with his left hand, glancing at the blackboard casually, his eyes blurred, maybe in a daze. The weather was sunny, it was afternoon, and the sun was so dazzling. A certain beam of light refracted through the window and fell on his shoulder. I guessed it was a bit dazzling. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he simply closed his eyes.
I was stunned when I saw it, and I had so many thoughts.
A group of words popped up in my mind: sunshine, window, desk, boy.
Later I learned that his name was Song Qing. Qing refers to a valley with thick trees. It was a very special name.
I smiled, wondering who he would be as the eternal hero of youth.
Little did I know, he actually occupied my entire youth, and I can never forget him no matter what.
Intent: Scattered essays based on "Winter Solstice", in no particular order