When I Was Young in Fresh Clothes

The whole year when he was seventeen years old was special. It started with a seed quietly sprouting amidst the chirping of cicadas in the summer. In the golden autumn, the ground was covered with maple leaves. In winter, the dead trees became gaps for the sun in the cold weather. But what he remembered most was when the apricot blossoms were in bloom. The wind stirred up not only the apricot blossoms on the tree, but also the hair of the girl caressing them under the tree... Adapted from reality, there is no vigorous love, not only love, but also learning and growth. You can think of it as a diary