"My name is Shen Wuen"
"My name is Su Nianwu"
People who loved me passed away one after another, and then I left too. No one knew where I went.
I finally know - thinking about Wu, thinking about Wu is just the plane tree at the school gate; I am my benefactor, but it is a pity that I am not my beloved.
"Under the Wutong Tree" is a true farewell letter to an old friend, and it is also a memory of personal experience.
We had walked through the most exciting times side by side under the sycamore trees, and then walked back to back on different roads.
Now that I am about to leave for a foreign country, I would like to write this book to bid farewell to my short but passionate youth. Write all the unspoken thoughts, regrets and regrets here.
The leaves of the sycamore tree fall, this is the end of love
Concept: We said goodbye in the clumsiest way at the age when we know how to love best.