1. Today will be a tranquil day, Yu Qiuyu is just leaning by the window, watching the wind play with the leaves outside. At fifteen, he would never have thought that thirty years later, he would still be repeating his high school studies at a school under Qingcheng Mountain in Dujiangyan. By then, it had stopped raining in Dujiangyan. But the school still had a small depression used as a viewing lake—its surrounding vegetation had long since disappeared. This area was merely the result of localized rainfall.
2. Over the thirty years, he had already turned gray. The wind outside the window was a bit strong, so he hurriedly closed it, muttering a few curses accompanied by a cough. Remembering the paper he wrote his college application on when he was eighteen and the letter he confessed with, he suddenly felt a rush of excitement, opened the window again, and with a surge of energy, he flipped out, turned over the pale clumps of soil, dug for a long time, and finally discovered a pile of torn paper scraps, the writing on them long faded.
3. In the principal's office across the way was Ye Shan, who graduated in the same year but became his principal, writing "The Water of Dujiangyan: Water of Paradise" with a pen, and when he paused to think, he noticed him.
4. Tears fell.
2024.10.29 日作