The uneasiness of entering higher school, the unfamiliarity of the new environment, and the restless nature of youth come together.
University and the future are still far away, but the intensifying relationship is an urgent problem.
The young people who were folded in a small county town struggled to create new ideological collisions and thrive on the old soil? Or can't resist the erosion of old soil?
I am the instigator, participant, witness, and recorder of this agitation during puberty.
Record everything from a third perspective
May the world remember their tender silhouettes.
Intention: Make a record of the story, take it out and talk about it slowly when you get older