Ruan Mianmian returned to her grandma's house, and one day she happened to meet a young man wearing a white T-shirt riding a bicycle. The sun shone through the camphor trees on the ground, and the young man seemed to be shining in the wind. An accidental glance, like a seed watered by spring rain, gave birth to a special feeling in the girl's heart. From then on, the free and enthusiastic figure of the boy lingered in Mianmian's mind. That afternoon, the sun was still bright as usual, and pedestrians came and went on the street, but the girl only saw the boy.
At an accidental gathering, Mianmian found out that his name was Jiang Zhixiu.
One day Mianmian happened to meet Jiang Zhixiu, who was quarreling with his father, and the fragility of the young man's heart was accidentally glimpsed. …
Fireworks were gorgeous in the night, blooming in the sky. The clusters of fireworks were like a shower of stars, dispersing the dark haze in the night. People were noisy around, and the boy whispered in the girl's ear: Ruan Mianmian, I like you. I thought the girl didn't hear it, but I didn't know when the girl's ears turned red, and the night breeze couldn't relieve the heat in the girl's heart. The fireworks are lost in the summer wind, but the love of young people will never fade and will always be warm.
Many years later, when Jiang Zhixiu recalled her high school life, many things gradually became blurred, but the girl who was sincere, passionate and brave that year when gardenias bloomed and cicadas chirped in midsummer will always be clear, especially when she remembers...
Intention: Optimism, freedom, courage
