The July heat wave was wrapped in the chirping of cicadas, making the summer in the small town boiling hot.
Xu Jinxia is the fire that burns in midsummer, passionate and reckless, with a heat that refuses to be extinguished; Jiang Yiqiu is the coolness hidden in the shade of the trees, quiet and gentle, like the wind in early autumn, just the right amount of coolness.
They shared half a piece of watermelon under the mottled wall, walked side by side through the long streets in the evening breeze, and hid all their joy in silence side by side.
There is no straightforward confession, no passionate commitment, only the purest heartbeat in midsummer, and the gentle companionship day after day.
But summer will eventually pass, and the cicadas' chirping will eventually fall silent. When the first ray of autumn wind blows away the heat wave, when the coolness spreads on the fingertips, those encounters that only belong to midsummer will eventually burn into ashes slowly as the seasons change.
One summer burns out, and there will be no more summer in the rest of my life.
Purpose: To depict the pure and fragile emotions of young people in midsummer, to explore the sense of fate of brief encounters and eternal regrets, and to express nostalgia and wistfulness for the warm but short-lived beautiful things in youth.
