The maple leaves in Qixia are red again.
All the tables and chairs were piled in the gray warehouse, and the former teaching building had been renovated. The only thing that hasn't changed is the maple tree full of memories beside the playground.
Although life in high school is not as smooth as imagined, I still can't help but shed tears when I think of those classmates, those teachers, and all the unforgettable things.
High school, a time when I am immature and long for maturity. The boy who once swore an oath of eternal love and the girl who gave her true love have long since disappeared. All that is left is the maple tree that remembers every bit of what happened.
It is because of these that I have the youth that cannot be erased in those years.
Intention: Those who are destined to meet will definitely meet again.