I walked into a new school in high school and was exposed to new teaching. Although the environment and content of the school have improved drastically compared to before, the sense of belonging in my heart is not very strong. It may take a year or two for this to be harvested. If you look carefully, everything moistened by the drizzle is fresh and fragrant. Summer in the strict sense has not yet passed in September. Autumn Tiger is also like another summer of belonging. The heat and anxiety burned my heart, but I broke free from junior high school. No matter how strict the teacher's teachings were, it had nothing to do with us. There will be more arduous homework. Walking on the corridor, all the coldness rushes towards me, and an inexplicable escape function begins.
