A photo, a story, an era, in 2026, we start to remember from the millennium——
In the late spring, I tell you the story of spring with the spring scenery. ——Lin Yichun
She is my late spring - Mo late autumn."
"Others use photos to record times, I use photos to record you. And you are my time. "
"I used to think that sound could convey everything, but I didn't understand until I met you - some pictures are deafening. "
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Lin Yichun met a man, a man with extremely low self-esteem, sensitivity, and awkwardness. Because the death of his father when he was six years old became the rainy season in his life, he began to close himself off, afraid to love, and refused to love. He did not believe that he would usher in his own fairy tale world, until one day she told the man——
"Don't be late in autumn, dead trees will always find their own spring. "
At that moment, Mo Wanqiu knew that Lin Yichun was his late spring.
Love makes the cliff level and gives birth to the forest.
Intention: Be brave. Thousands of sails are passing by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees are springing in front of the diseased tree.
