Be sweet first and then bitter
Autumn has fallen for eighteen years on the Wutong Road of Mingde Middle School. Only that time, the tung leaves fell on Qiu Bai's shoulders, which became the prologue to the rest of his life.
When they first met in the first year of high school, he picked up the scattered notes for her, and sycamore leaves fell on the top of his hair. She reached out and brushed them away, and the warmth of her fingertips touching crushed the young girl's heartbeat.
The street lights during evening self-study reflected the figures side by side, two cups of warm tea were smoking lightly, he taught her how to solve the math final question, and she organized composition materials for him. In the shadow of the parasol trees, they made an appointment to see the tung flowers throughout the four seasons in the same city.
But the love they had when they were young couldn't match the reality. Their parents objected and they separated the two places.
The sycamore leaves have finally fallen.
Intention: It's good to have some things, don't worry about the outcome