After seventeen years of being a good student, Wu Tong was tired, and then Zhan Xuan appeared.
He led her crazy and accompanied her to do things that she had never dared to think about, allowing her to hold her chest high and say that she lived her youth wantonly after many years.
But any wanton madness cannot escape the fate of returning to reality.
During the mandatory quarantine in 2020, I saw the blazing sun beating down on the slightly flagging but not decadent plane trees outside the window. I remembered the sweat-scented grass and irritable books and ink that year, as well as the crooked football and the corridors rubbing shoulders.
I would like to write this short story about my high school days, and hope that the flowers scattered across the world are still alive and will continue to be beautiful.
(The embarrassing thing is that after the quarantine was over, I went to look at the tree and found that it was not a sycamore tree, but a tree I didn't recognize)
Intention: Can't escape the wantonness of being round and square, and can't bear to part with the youth where flaws and virtues can be seen.
