To begin with, some people chased butterflies in the park for three hours and finally let go while others filled ten pages of their diary on the ridge of a field, but only left behind one sentence, 'It turns out that waiting is also a kind of growth.'

Accordingly, this issue features the insightful writings of eighth-grade students, who have measured the courage, regrets and reconciliation in spring with their words.

On the whole, spring never forces any flower to bloom; Instead, it merely ensures that the sunlight arrives on time and that the rain gently knocks at the door. Moreover, every word you write is a confirmation of life. In the meantime, there is no need to rush to become what others consider an 'excellent essay'. More remarkably, the leaf you carefully observed and the chirp of the bird you silently recorded have already grown into your own form in the passage of time. May you keep your appointments year after year, not letting the spring sunshine or yourself down.