When we are young, we often talk about the future. At that time, like most lively and passionate men and women, we always worried about gains and losses. We were innocent and simple, but we stripped ourselves of ourselves in the noisy and boring night. The flying test papers, the bright incandescent lamp, the books stained with pen and ink, the fine and round sweat beads, the summer school shirt soaked on the back... These all bring our thoughts back to those times that are not perfect but cannot be returned, under the rapidly rotating fan I seem to be able to see the few classmates leaning on the desks in the corridor and sharing jokes loudly, the backs of curled up and sleeping peacefully on the desks in the corner, and the young and dull me who pushed up my glasses and quietly watched all of this between the numerous exercises. The branches of gardenia outside the window stretched out the window at the right time in that midsummer, and the flashing thoughts slipped away quietly in a burst of astonished noise. Memories are like a scourge, unable to withstand the tenderness that was dominated by the world at that time.
Purpose: The author was born weak and sickly, especially when he was young, so the things he experienced during his student days and his perspective on life were more profound and unique than others. Therefore, I hope that this article will give readers a fresh way and entry point to review or experience an irreplaceable situation.