The chirping of cicadas filled the camphor trees in midsummer. Carrying my romantic reverie about the campus, I walked into the gate of the provincial key point. I thought that high school would be a cycle of answering questions and taking monthly exams, but in the heat of military training, I bumped into him - that tall and straight-looking young man. The steaming heat on the runway, the cross-eyed glances in the classroom, the crooked sketches on the edge of the draft paper, and the casual brushing of shoulders in the corridor between classes. It turns out that the campus is not only filled with formulas and test papers, but also the heartbeat hidden in the wind, and the tenderness that illuminates youthful fantasy into reality bit by bit when standing side by side with him.
The purpose of the book is to use the campus as a container to express the growth and pure and passionate heartbeats of young people and girls beyond stereotypes. In the years when exercises and cicadas are intertwined, it writes about the beauty of youth running in both directions, and interprets the nourishment of campus love on self-perception and life trajectory.