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"dream" On that sunny afternoon, the wind carried the warmth of spring and blew through the camphor trees on campus. The golden sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches and leaves, shining on the empty basketball court and on the path that my best friend and I walked side by side. I was lowering my head to listen to my best friend chirping interesting things, and I slowly moved forward. Unexpectedly, a hard object with a sound of wind suddenly hit my forehead. The dull pain spread instantly. I subconsciously covered my head and froze in place. The sound of a basketball bouncing to the ground was heard in my ears, and then, a boyish voice with a somewhat scattered tone sounded, but it hid a real panic: "Hey, are you okay? Sorry, the ball dropped." This encounter hidden in campus time has sunshine, youth, unexpected intersections, and warmth that slowly approaches. It is fresh and hot, and will always shine in my memory. This is my most precious dream about youth.