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Medill's "Poetry" and "Words", 2012-2015.

The dusk in May brought bursts of steaming heat, rising from the ground, making people feel burning all over their bodies. And a sudden rain sprinkled countless stars in the sunset, and also brought sticky heat to the hot dusk. Zhaodi was walking home alone, wearing a black sleeveless midriff-baring shirt and blue denim shorts with shredded edges, which still seemed not enough to cope with the summer heat. As she stepped on the water stains on the street with her white shoes, she thought to herself, "If I could, I really wouldn't even want to wear underwear." Zhaodi meets Zhaohui in this hot summer, and also encounters a love that is destined to be fruitless...

If everyone's journey has an end, and if dullness is unavoidable, then you sing a song and set off. Every step you take will bring you a different scenery. When you reach the end, you are still ordinary and calm as water, but you have enjoyed the prosperity of half your life and sang all the way.

Cut the story into trivial pieces and become 27 completely different stories.