The old locust tree has seen them - one is writing a letter and the other is replying to a letter.
Outside the window, the locust trees in the back hill are blooming again.
When the wind blew, the trees were as white as snow, as if it was still that summer when two teenagers were leaning against the tree side by side.
Down.
Purpose: The people you meet when you are young are very important, so you should cherish them
