Ginkgo leaves fell on the path below the teaching building. There was a man standing next to the ginkgo tree, holding a broom used by middle school students on duty, slowly sweeping up the leaves, and then kicking them away.
Some things that happen in winter are hard to calm down, but they feel like they are missed in summer. They reach the peak of nostalgia in autumn, and even the rain is lingering.
The late autumn wind makes one's heart chill, but it blows through the corridors in the dreary high school with a refreshing air.
The sun was about to set on the top of the mountain, rendering half of the sky cloudy. Among the many shadows facing the sun, there was a young man chatting with his companions on the third floor with his back to the sun, looking at the girl admiring the sunset in the circular corridor on the second floor.
"Isn't that Xi Chen across the way? Who are you looking at, Brother Jie?" A friend next to the young man said slyly.
"Are you sick?" When the young man heard this, he turned around and walked away. At the corner, he secretly took a deep look at the girl opposite who was talking with his friend.
The girl was slightly disappointed when she saw the boy disappear around the corner.
Purpose: Cherish the present, protect what you have, and strive for what you can have