When I Was Young, the Phoenix Trees Were Covered with Trees

The sycamore leaves spread across the corridor of the teaching building, and the seventeen-year-old Feng hid his unexplained love. They had shared the midsummer evening breeze, the notes between classes, and had the hottest and purest teenage love, which they thought could withstand the passage of time. But there are always unexpected partings in youth. After the warm joy, there are unsolvable misunderstandings and distant looks. It's the reunion in midsummer and the separation in autumn. The heartbeats hidden in the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees are half sweet and half uneasy.