Cicadas Chirp to Stop Summer

In a small northern town in 2001, plant leaves were falling all over the street, and "Fruits of Midsummer" was playing on the speakers in the video store. The most burning and clumsy thoughts of young people were hidden in the chalk dust in high school classrooms. From the awkward first meeting that bumped into the door frame, to the words "Jian Jia Cang Cang" written on the cobblestones; from the ten-year appointment with little fingers hooked in the evening breeze in the square, to the accommodation and joy that cannot be hidden in a bowl of hot rice noodles. Liu Xuan, a stubborn young man who came out of the mountains, met Shi Jing, a gentle girl who grew up in the city. His seventeen-year-old heartbeat was like the sunshine of an autumn afternoon, clean and bright, with a recklessness that did not care about the future. They think that endless small notes, endless half-pieces of meat, and the words "Let's take the exam to Beijing together" can make it through the long years. But young people's love cannot escape the repeated pull of self-esteem and inferiority. Suspicions, cold wars, broken appointments, and misunderstandings finally broke out on the street corner on May Day. A "let's break up" as light as the wind burned all the sweetness into broken glass in the heart. Old friends meet again after many years, the mountain breeze is still the same temperature as before, and the ginkgo leaves are still the same shape as before. But the people standing under the tree have already learned how to love, how to let go, and how to reconcile with the clumsy and sincere self of back then. The most regrettable thing is never that we were separated. It was that we all used the most hurtful way to love the person we wanted to cherish the most.