"When the jacaranda blooms, the heart begins to beat, when the jacaranda falls, the heart stops here." That summer, the girl's love for the boy was like a weed that would never die no matter how much the fire burned it, or like a cicada on the tree that kept roaring and never stopped. What about you? On that scorching summer day, was it the window or him that you looked at? I believe that in that small school, the story of Hu Die and Zhouzhuang is always developing and never ends.
Purpose: Improve writing skills
