Half Hyacinth

There used to be figures running and chasing on the playground, laughter and laughter floating in the breeze, people immersed in reading in the classroom, and dreams blooming at the tip of the pen. The joy and warmth when we get together, the tears in our eyes when we part, the wheels of time turn in a hurry, but the memories are always lush. I would like to dedicate this book to the students of Class 3 and 4 of No. 52 Middle School who reunited thirty years ago.