When Xia Wan was 11 years old, he and Shen Chunan met in the courtyard. Knowing each other since they were young gave them both wonderful memories. Because they are similar in age, the two of them seem to have many, many topics to talk about. The branches of the big locust tree not only carry the sunrise and moonset, but also the endless dreams they talk about every night and the chirping of insects on fallen grass.
Later, Xia Wan left that small town and followed her parents to live in a big city.
In the summer evening when I was in high school, I was living a busy study life every day, until a familiar face appeared on the podium...
Intent: To reflect the wantonness of youth and the passion of love