"Memories of Midsummer"
The chirping of the summer cicadas is noisy, as if telling the heat of summer. The trees outside the classroom window grew wildly, but it was difficult to resist the blazing sun. Metro Line 3 is still long, and there seems to be no end in sight. The sycamore trees are still flourishing, providing people with a cool splendour.
Behind him are bright and dim lights, and around him is the flow of people coming and going. I stood in the middle of the long street, sighing at how little midsummer was left. "The cicada is the bell that counts down outside the window, and the score of the exam paper is the book vine that climbs up." This sentence aptly depicts the scene at this time.
The teenagers were swaying their blood in the examination room, and the moment the bell rang, they wrote the last symbol. At this moment, their efforts were witnessed.
The declarations of the past sounded on the radio again, and the bits and pieces of the past appeared in my mind like a dream. After the exam, the teenagers looked back on the past one after another, remembering the interesting things in the past, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but raise a curvature.
Those days of struggle together, those laughter and tears experienced together, will become the most precious memories in their hearts.
This summer, there is not only the hot sunshine, but also the dreams and persistence of the teenagers. They grow up in this season, gaining knowledge and friendship.
With the passage of time, the summer will eventually pass, but the blood and passion will always remain in the hearts of the teenagers.
There is still a long way to go, and they will continue to move forward with this memory to pursue their own sea of stars.
Maybe in a casual moment, they will think of this summer again, and think of those old boyhoods.
At that time, they will smile and thank their former selves, and thank them for that summer full of blood and dreams.
