Xia Wanxi, the tide of the tide; Shen Zhixi, the dawn of Xihe.
They have the same pronunciation but different words, but they share the same sweet taste of watermelon. They met under the camphor tree in early summer with the noisy cicadas.
The twilight tide meets the early morning light, which is a brief encounter.
They started in midsummer and said goodbye to midsummer.
In the following summers, the vast sea of people reunited again, leaving only a quiet passing by.
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