Waves, how can one's life be green, and disease cannot be seen.
Wuhan is always sultry in August. Lian Yun is sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at the clouds outside the window in a daze.
The cloud shadows, the heart flows by itself, the clear sky is still uncertain.
The smell in the car was mixed, including perfume, sweat, and cigarette smoke, forcing Lian Yun to open the car window to get some air.
The Yangtze River water surged at the bottom of the lake, carrying sediment and flowing slowly. Lianyun opened the car window, and the wind blew from the river, carrying some water vapor and fishy smell.
Wuhan.
It is difficult to define with a fixed label.
It is a dream full of rivers and lakes, a "River City" that combines historical heritage and technological vitality.
Lian Yun looked out the window and couldn't help but recall the scene in college.
It was an equally sultry summer.
Purpose: to cross others and to cross oneself
