Leaves fall by the bridge, camphor trees sing and grow green
"Hello, sir, it's been a long time." He smiled warmly, held his chin in one hand, stared at the emotion in her eyes, and slowly opened his mouth. That summer, the hot wind was nothing compared to his so-called enthusiasm. It was just a thing, okay?
Suddenly, he quietly lowered his head again, as if he was looking down to see something, and lowered his voice, "I'm quite tricking you, sister."
Intention: The wind and rain startle the wind as the pen falls, the spring comes and the insects start to escape, the sound is clear from the Tingxi River