Just like that year, peach blossoms bloom all over the hillside in April
Peach blossom petals fell on Lin Jingchan's shoulders, and Feng Nisheng stretched out his hand to help him brush them away.
It seems to be the same every year, and it seems to be different every year
Feng Nisheng still hopes to leave some traces in Jingchan's life
The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night
——Lin Jingchan
After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is restored
——Feng Nisheng
I'm glad I've seen you in your best young self
Young people never equate themselves with mediocrity
Intention: high-spirited