Aug 7, 1994. A lake of lotus flowers.

Shen and I were both just graduated from senior school.

No summer homework any more!

Breeze drove dragonflies flying out of the grass, leaving the scent of lotus flowers floating in the air.

Pink, white and green. Miles by miles, the lotus flowers covered the whole lake. They would all die at the end of the summer. And that also comes with the end of my happy time in high school.

Sometimes we grow up too fast.