In the autumn of 2018, as the birch leaves fell behind the Shenhua Building, my immature but elegant youth hurriedly said goodbye to the place I once thought I hated. After many years, I often watch the birch trees change with the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter through the railing. Some are full of vigor, some are heroes in their twilight years, some are glorious, and some are lush. But I am the only one who cannot go back.
If the spring breeze takes pity on the flowers, can it allow me to be young again?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
