Slow Days in Huaixiangli

In a millennium southern town, the old locust tree cicadas chirp, the mung bean soup is cold, and the old mailbox hides nameless postcards. The teenagers held geographical atlases, drank orange soda, and spent the whole summer on the bluestone road. There is no grandeur, only the gentleness and light that can be grasped slowly in ordinary days. Intention: Have a geographical ambition in mind and walk on the road of youth