The wind blows away the dead leaves and shakes off the empty cicadas. I have seen the mottled shade of the trees in the sun.
Like a girl's secret love, it falls quietly in the last storm of summer and enters autumn.
Xia Anming finally understood that her secret love was just an unripe fruit in summer. I was eagerly waiting for someone to pick them, and in the end I forgot to wait for the coming of autumn. Therefore, this relationship is destined to be hopeless and destined to never return.