Still, remember yesterday...
The sunlight splashed on the ground like broken gold, and the shadows of the trees covered the ground with a hazy net.
The leaves of the ginkgo collide with the bright sunshine, seeming to make a tinkling sound; light clouds wander everywhere in the blue sky.
You squat under the ginkgo tree next to the school gate. The wind blows through your clothes; it lifts a few hairs and floats with the golden melody...