I finally entered the university, exactly like my dream campus. The lecture hall of Nuoda University is very quiet, and only birds and cicadas can be heard in the distance. The blue sky outside the window is like washing. The tall buildings in the distance stand quietly in the sun, the trees are getting greener, the branches and leaves occupy half of the pane, and acacia trees are in full bloom. From a distance, a hazy Xia Hong, faint fragrance wafted into the classroom.

Sitting in the classroom are a group of teenagers who are struggling for their dreams. They use pens as swords, dreams as horses and dreams as the world. The figure of studying at a desk can't help but make people move. Cicada is singing, the sun is dazzling, and a group of teenagers are smiling. They met in that summer, met in such a hurry and said goodbye in such a hurry.