When April begins to bloom, May becomes a song in the blink of an eye, summer comes to you quietly, pats you gently, and says with a smile: "Long time no see." Summer is a blurred thing. It is the chirping of cicadas, the evening breeze blowing in the face while riding a bicycle, the 36 and a half degree sunset, the white shirt, the ice-cold Coke, and the sweat on the basketball court. For young people, summer is a throbbing in the heart and a deliberate encounter. It's the time you fetch water in order to meet someone, it's the big derivative problem and conic sections that can't be solved on the blackboard, it's the story of a young man. And the boy's story just constitutes the best memory of this summer, the best secret love that remains in my heart when I was seventeen or eighteen years old.
Concept: A story about young people's youthful growth