Someone once told me when I was a child that summer is the longest and shortest of the four seasons. I shrugged and ignored it. The man shook his head, sighed and left. I was still confused at that time. After all, in my world view at that time, the four seasons lasted only three months, no more, no less. Now that I have grown up, I suddenly recall this sentence, and I can't let it go for a long time.
"Summer is so long, but it's gone in the blink of an eye."
Time is always too short.