Boliang, Youth College Entrance Examination

The cool summer is here again, and a gust of wind, mixed with the rush of time, is blowing the hair of a young girl in front of the window. I am used to being lonely and dependent on each other for seventeen years, I am used to being despised by the world, and I am used to empty seats. Mu Ran sighed softly, long and lonely. It was you, the figure who broke in that summer, and brought me out of the lonely space, so that my youth would no longer be desolate and confused. But when I hold the admission letter that represents the shining mark in my arms, in this blossoming time, I can't touch your eyebrows or hug you in the stumbling years. Time always squats in an invisible corner like a child, silent, neither dull nor boring. When all the past is pulled away with the footsteps of youth, I slightly lift the hair on both sides and whisper confidently: "I remember, it is so good to have you on this road of youth."