Regarding phenomena and essence, reality and illusion, the past and the future, I am a lost child, lost in the rupture of these contradictions, lonely and helpless. But it is in this process of no response that I think of the sadness and hardship of struggling in a desperate situation, alone and extremely weak. Summer, sunshine, ice cream, and floral skirts, I think are every girl's favorite. I, a happy girl who has just entered middle school, recall the last summer of my childhood, wearing a beautiful dress; eating cool and sweet ice cream, imagining a middle school full of magic: handsome boys playing basketball on the playground, and classmates talking and laughing after class in the classroom.
