From the flower season to the rainy season, the wind blows down the flowers, and the rain makes the pond wet. It is the lotus that blooms quietly in the summer night. It is so beautiful that the fragrance floats like smoke. But it was green and astringent at that time. They did not know the cruelty of time. If I go back to the tunnel of time and pat her shoulder, Yan Xiao Yanyan, that time is the most beautiful and exclusive memory. Goodbye, fifteen-year-old you, summer.
