The cicadas chirped for a long time and never fell in the summer. On a hot summer day, I met the boy standing under the lemon tree on Monday. At that time, Zhou Yi didn't know that the boy's white shirt would remain etched in the memories of her youth and would not be forgotten for a long time. Recalling the past, someone asked softly: "What's his name?" Zhou Yijiu echoed "Shen Tangzhou, his name is Shen Tangzhou."
Intention: Youth nostalgia