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I just entered high school that year, but the weather in early September was bleak, and the days of military training were boring enough. When I was doing goose-stepping, I squinted at the camphor leaves beside me, as if summer had really passed.
On the last night of military training, each class organized a performance. I heard someone singing at the top of their lungs, "A Brief Love Is Long". The sound was loud enough to penetrate the entire playground. I was lying on the grass without even opening my eyes, just wanting to wait quietly for the time to pass.
I caught the little tail of summer during the entrance exam after military training.
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