Summer of Smash

"The net swung by the white shirt, and the corner of the table bent by the exercise book, separated by four years of wind, finally made a sound in the sea of people - it turns out that there are some trajectories, and we will meet again no matter how far we go." "His racket once shot down the sunset, and the tip of her pen often kissed the starlight. Four years of time weaved a web, covering two once parallel lines, and tangled into knots at the meeting point." "The cheers on the stadium will fade away, and the scores on the test papers will fade away. Only the goodbye that I didn't say that year will be said on the street corner four years later, 'So you are here too'."