Waiting for Autumn on Muyu

After his grandmother passed away, Zhexu was taken back to Xuancheng by his biological parents to attend high school. Returning again, the place that had carried her laughter and laughter for more than ten years left only an empty and dead body. The love of his parents may be real, but what remains in Zhe Xu's memory are his mother's repeated apologies and his father's requests one after another. She was like a leaf of duckweed floating on the surface of the lake. The ties that held her to her roots had long been broken on that rainy night. Zhe Xu becomes more and more withdrawn and just wants to finish high school quietly. She never expected that Chu Yan passing by on the stairs, Lin Jing with a bright smile, An Shi walking with a heavy load, Xu Yao who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Zhou Mu who was calm and reliable, and Leng Yuan who seemed cold but pure and soft would all break into the world in her heart one after another. A group of souls with different personalities are entangled with each other, and philosophy becomes the center where all connections converge. They don't differentiate between you and me, they rely on each other. Chu Yan is an unexpected wind in midsummer. The casual bet they made when they first met, the young man's secret heartbeat was hidden under the shell of joking. He thought everything was under control, but he was preemptively addicted to the waves in her cold eyes. After that, misunderstandings arose and the two went their separate ways. She went away to a foreign country, and he waited in an empty city for year after year. When they met again, the dust and fog had not dispersed, and the old wounds had not yet healed. She was willing to put aside all barriers and accompany him to clear the fog and clear the grievances. Everyone carries their own colors through Zhe Xu's life, leaving a mark on her soul in her supposedly pale years, spreading out in myriad colors. There is sadness and joy, love and regret between them, intertwined with Zhe Xu's life. It's like a complete bronze mirror is broken into pieces, and the figures in the mirror are scattered in all directions. Each fragment reflects a person who is accompanying him. When the broken mirror was pieced together again, Zhe Xu stood in front of the mirror and saw no longer just his own indifferent eyes, but fresh and warm faces. Amidst the repeated calls, the cracks slowly healed, the mirror returned to integrity, and a show called youth was shown to the world. Concept: Youth is a too green picture, and the poems we write for the first time are always unsatisfactory, so we turn around again and again and cross out the inferior half-finished products. The pain of tossing and turning in the middle of the night every time is the inability to deliver a perfect answer. Under the examination-oriented education, we pursue the so-called correctness too much, but we have forgotten that there is no preset track in life. You just have to walk boldly, and everything is ahead in all directions.