Some stories begin with a look back between desks in September, and with the heaviest rain in youth - most of his shoulders are wet, and a rainy season lives in your heart.
This is a story about "wind" and "leaves".
Chen Xu is the wind coming from the southwest, carrying an indescribable distant atmosphere.
Tong Yuxin is like the fallen leaves of the sycamore tree, she wants to stay on the branches in autumn for one more season.
It is also a youth group portrait about "approach" and "farewell":
Watch Xu Mu, a sunny boy, fall into an inner emptiness and confusion after a sweet love affair;
Gu Yan, a young man watching basketball, makes a lonely choice between noise and hope.
That autumn, the sycamore leaves fell all over the ground.
One of them gently stopped on the textbook titled "Youth".
When we were young, we thought we held it forever, but later we realized that the gentlest things are often like the wind - we remember the touch, but cannot stay for it.
Will the wind remember Wutong?
Will the phoenix tree follow the wind?
Concept: The gentle encounter in youth, the long flow of water under the sycamore tree, the two-way rush in healing time
