One rainy night during the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, I couldn't sleep and looked through the six diaries written in the three years of high school. I suddenly realized that I had gradually forgotten the painful, struggling, ignorant, and sour memories. If forgetfulness has a voice, I hope it can still remind me at the end that I once cared about it, was passionate about it, and was crazy about it.
Concept: From the youthful ignorance to the growth of thinking about the future