Wen Jingran always felt that,
The luckiest thing in my youth,
It was midsummer that year,
He met Lin Xie.
From noisy to gentle,
From strange to heart-warming,
Time goes slowly,
all his joy,
They all quietly fell on the cold and soft young man.
Intention: Young people meet, accompany each other, slowly get closer in the tender time, and become the warmest light in each other's youth.