When I grew up, I realized that my hometown was only winter for me, and I couldn't participate in other seasons, and we were wandering forward between meeting and leaving every day...... That classroom, those whimsical, those smiling faces and ridicule, those years that can't go back...... On the fourteenth day of the lunar month of the year of Xin Chou, the streets are deserted, and the moon exudes a faint halo, in fact, the memory is not so clear, and even the promise is just a trance, but I remember that trance, but the coldness of autumn is still unabated, the noise in the classroom is still the same, and the laughter of the three is still the same, still bright as spring, still happy and beautiful...... I selfishly forgot the promise I had given and forgotten it in the middle of summer...... Because midsummer only represents parting, and I am willing to live an ethereal life...... This is a story about three people, not a real story, but our story, my story.

In late autumn, in winter, in early spring, in midsummer, in our youth, in our memory.

We use fantasy to fill in the boring but tense senior life, we have agreed to write a story, a story that belongs to us, at this moment, we will embark on a journey, for the promise, for those dreams that dare not be made, for the sake of laughing again and again, and in order to draw an end to the imperfect youth.

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