The cicadas were so noisy that year that I couldn't hear what you said clearly.
Later, the wind passed through the streets of City C, blowing away the candy wrappers and messing up the boy's eyes.
Some people regard silence as rejection, and some people regard stubbornness as armor.
We are all waiting for a turn back, waiting for the unspoken "I'm back".
This is the summer that belongs to Yu and Mo, and it also belongs to us. To be continued.
——Chao Xiguo
Intention: youth