Spring flowers, summer rain, autumn moon, and winter snow. The four seasons flow in the fleeting time.
The years have carved out the wasted years deep in the tree trunk, and the cold fragrance of the camphor tree gradually spreads.
So, in a season when poplar flowers are blooming, I suddenly look back and feel the long light and shadow on the other side.
Meet, meet, get acquainted, get to know each other, and finally fall in love with each other.
This is the time between you and me, accumulated quietly in the wanton youth, and finally blossomed into a quiet and deep flower.
It permeated the whole summer.