Tiaochuan. Yuanhua Middle School.
Those days by the water, carving a boat and seeking a sword. The reed eyebrows hang low in the wind, and the stagnant water holds the unfaded flowers. At the river pier after school, someone used tiles to float the water. The ripples spread out in circles and eventually disappeared into the dusk. It was many years later that Chi Zhishui understood that youth meant standing on the shore and looking at the ripples, which were obviously stones thrown by himself, but never being able to find the ripples again.
So in the passing time, they slowly learned to recognize each other's light
Time passes slowly and sinks to the bottom of Radius Lake. And we are all the oars that once crossed the water.
Intention: On the grand scale of the universe and geology, gaze at how individual life precipitates moments into eternity. Youth does not pass away, but like fossils and starlight, it completes immortal transformation in the specific stratum of time.