In Qingcheng, a small county in the south of Dayan, the air becomes increasingly humid and dull during the rainy season, as if it is covered by a moldy quilt, making it very depressing and uncomfortable.
The wall covered with weeds trapped me tightly, and I looked at the sky in all directions, a corner of the sky. The blue sky, white clouds, and birds flying freely made me suddenly want to go out and explore...
After completing the promise promised by my mother, I happily went out with my baggage, but I never thought that many years later, I would be so nostalgic for that dilapidated courtyard with the red paint on the window lattice peeling off, the walls turning yellow and moldy over time, and the wind and rain.
If possible, I would rather be trapped in this square sky forever and be a frog in the well.