In his previous life, he was depressed for half his life. When he was listening to the rain on his sick bed, Xu Zhiyao thought of Jiang Wantang, his Chinese teacher in his second year of junior high school. She is gentle and sober, with a sense of loneliness, which is the only spring in her barren youth. The regret is deep in my bones, and I once again returned to my youth. This time, she no longer entangled recklessly or asked for anything willfully. Just quietly collect your thoughts and move forward. From being a poor student at the bottom, we have fought back all the way, and from looking up from afar, we have slowly grown up to look like we are shoulder to shoulder. The heartbeat of youth is hidden in the composition comments, the sound of rain on the eaves, and the spring and autumn. She kept a distance between teachers and students, waiting for herself to grow up and for time to go away. When I finally got rid of the shackles of my identity, I turned around and heard the man whisper: "There is no need to take detours anymore. If you want to see me, just go home." Chun will be late, but he will never miss an appointment. I am waiting for spring to return, and I am waiting for you to return.
Intention: Love is not about disturbing and possessing, it is about restraining waiting, growing up separately, and finally walking side by side.
