Willow branches brushed against the wall, the fragrance of locust flowers filled the deep alleys, and the figures of the five girls were embedded in the ordinary morning and dusk in the capital.
The one who loves to run after the flying fireflies always spreads her laughter all over the long street; the one who sits quietly with a scroll in her hand is full of tenderness in every word; the girl who holds a pen and can draw clouds, there are thousands of interesting things hidden in her pen; the one who can shoot down flying birds with her bow, with the cheerfulness of the wind; the one with a smile on her face, can always turn chaos into peace.
Together they fight grass in spring, enjoy the coolness in summer nights, pick osmanthus seeds in autumn, and make hot tea in winter. They turn the small daily life into the most beautiful time.
