You live in the clear stream and look at the vastness of my distant mountains. You are like the smoke and clouds curling up on the wooden trestle bridge. You have come through the dust and wind to find the green grass on the river bank, in exchange for a few years of silence in the world. On the wall of Chunyue, she grabbed the light and swung it to the outside of the fence. The orange-red halo illuminated her light eyebrows and bright eyes. She smiled foolishly. In the bamboo house, the sound of the old records was too classic. He stretched out his hand, and the movement was too gentle...
A lush past on campus buried countless worries. How to recall? That time flies by, and when they meet again as adults, where will they go?