Before the age of 17, Yuan Mingqing had never waited so long for something. He complained about the subway for three minutes, grabbed the traffic light for a few seconds, and scolded Ms. Yuan for her incessant chatter. As a result, I ended up waiting year after year. What are you waiting for? Maybe it's someone opening the rolling shutter door at exactly 7 o'clock in the morning, maybe it's someone's tired words lying on the lazy sofa, or maybe it's the ethereal vows made with someone in person that spring.
Intention: I inherited the spring with you