The circles under my eyes had become darker and darker ever since the summer holiday began.

​Wuhan is my favorite place. My mom was once a flight attendant, and my dad a businessman. They were never home, so they shipped me off to Wuhan to live with my maternal grandparents when I was 2. When my mom switched jobs and my dad became an investor, I left Wuhan for Shenzhen to live with them, but my love for Wuhan never changed.

The summer when I was 15, I found myself in the hot, vibrant city of Shenzhen, embarking on a new chapter of my life at RDF International School.

Living in the age of show business is disorienting and disconcerting. Despite being bombarded with a plethora of new information daily, our attention spans are fleeting, shifting from one tidbit to the next in rapid succession. Our minds are filled not with profound insights but with trivial rumors, unwilling to engage in critical thought.

I recently went on an exchange tour to France arranged by one of my teachers. The first day was the most exciting as we were set to visit our new school and meet our host family. We woke up at 6:50 a.m., swiftly packed our luggage, and then boarded the bus to reach the school on time.

Public health is a term that everyone encounters frequently in their lives but may not be entirely familiar with. However, public health significantly influences every aspect of our lives.

This story begins with a god whose beloved wife died unexpectedly. The god cried for three days and his tears turned into a piece of obsidian. He cursed the man who would own this obsidian.

I revisited my hometown of Wuhan in Hubei Province during a summer break and explored the Xinhai Revolution Museum, which sparked my interest in that historical period.