I don't hate being young and frivolous, I just hate that I am no longer young and frivolous as I said when I was young.
On summer nights, the humid air always carries a hint of coolness, and the light of the moon spreads all over the ground through the leaves. The smell of the leaves is very good, always with a refreshing aroma. Under the afterglow of the moon, Xie Ji hummed a tuneless ditty. The summer breeze was cool and refreshing, and Xie Ji suddenly became interested. He stepped on the square tiles and danced the grid with great interest.
Jumping, he remembered when he was a child, very, very little.