Every day in junior high school, I was just rewriting the same exercise book.
The countdown in the corner of the blackboard squeezes the air into powder. In the cycle of the watch, we repeatedly clean up the dust and time debris.
The ginkgo outside the window turns green and yellow, reincarnating three times, and my shadow silently records trivial matters beside the desk.
Intention: The deepest dilemma in life is often not earth-shattering disasters, but daily trivialities, depression and loss of meaning.