Qingze

In the dog days of summer, the ginkgo trees are covered with green leaves, and the scorching sun that belongs only to midsummer is scorching the earth. The young man is fearless and runs wantonly. The ginkgo trees on the avenue waltzed in the air, and the annoying chirping of cicadas and the breeze seemed to accompany it. It was a grand performance. You are my exception and my firm choice. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.