The gentle ringing of wind chimes in Maokong in early autumn is the title page delivered by fate. Lin Shuyue hid half her life's loneliness in the lines of Song poetry. The years of living alone since childhood taught her to be independent and restrained, but the moment she bumped into Zhao Xingyao, she was willing to let go of all her defenses and turn the heartbeat she had accumulated for a long time into the courage to take the initiative. Zhao Xingyao grew up with the gentle care of his grandparents. Facing this sudden heat, he was like holding a glass of scalding osmanthus wine, hesitant and hesitant, fearing that it was just a temporary ambiguous foam, and he did not dare to drink it easily. Song poetry is their tacit understanding, and osmanthus is their footnote. From picking cards side by side in the bookstore, hiding names on the title page, to going to appointments downstairs in the dormitory, and the fragrance of osmanthus in Chengnan Park, the two hearts are slowly determined through testing and getting closer. The wind of senior year threatens future choices. Lin Shuyue cherishes the dream of studying at Harvard for many years, and Zhao Xingyao is dedicated to his original intention of teaching and educating people. They support each other, but in the end they have to go in different directions at the airport. The time difference lengthens the waiting, the distance dilutes the temperature, video calls in a foreign love cannot withstand the torrent of reality, and occasional trips cannot leave traces of time. Those thoughts hidden in "Yulin Bell" and those promises engraved under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree were eventually lost to the drifting away environment and trajectory. It turns out that some love can only stay in a certain period of time, like the sunshine in the early autumn that year, it has been warm, but it will eventually come to an end.
Concept: Some likes are the limited beauty of youth, while regrets and misses are also the footnotes of growth.