Li Yu×Jiang Fengyan
He said I was a bird with wings bound.
I am very lucky to meet Jiang Fengyan in midsummer, and lucky to have a fruit early.
Jiang Fengyan and I made a thousand promises that were trapped in a cage, dreaming about the future, but we were forced to stop at the present.
I still remember the day we separated, there was no sharpness as I imagined, only deathly silence.
I regretted picking this fruit in midsummer and embracing this bitter tear early.
Later, I seemed to be ill, and I saw in a trance that Jiang Fengyan and I were getting married, grandly and happily.
When we met again five years later, Jiang Fengyan scolded me for being sick, but she cried and hugged me tightly and refused to let go.
I saw his eyes, which used to be the most smiling, reflecting back at me mistyly.
When I smile, his eyes smile too; when I cry, his eyes cry with me.
At that time I was thinking that he seemed to really love me.
I want this moment, time and space are messed up, I want to meet Jiang Fengyan in my autumn.
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Sour literature
first person perspective
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Intention: Can fruits be harvested in midsummer?
