Long-haired literary attack × literary youth
Under the high wall of the memorial garden, brushes and words meet among the leaves of locust trees, and the "click" sound of Lao Zhou's iron gate measures the young man's thoughts.
Naipaul said, "Memory is a way of meeting each other." So the turpentine-scented cuffs and the residual warmth of the hand warmer have become passwords pickled by time.
When Zhong Qing returned to his hometown with the mark of his easel, the diamond in Aguan's Beijing studio and the residual warmth of Lao Zhou's coal stove were here. Just as Capote said, "Love is the antidote to lonely reunions." Those unspoken likes had already grown into the mortise and tenon joints against time in the mark of the word "Inkstone" on the root of the wall.
When the wind blows in late spring, all the silent watchers are like locust leaves that have broken through the ground, ringing late confessions in the cracks of the old wall.
Author's statement: Underage readers are advised to seek guidance from their guardians
Please read below. Some chapters of the work describe ancient descriptions, which are purely fictitious interpretations and should not be imitated.
Intention: Dare to pursue love