The Breeze Falls into the Midsummer

In the summer of that year, the breeze gently penetrated into the classroom, blowing my hair, and causing ripples on the calm lake surface. Many years later, parasol trees covered the campus paths, and the afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps in the trees, casting little spots of light. She was still covered in light, coming from afar, just like when we first met her. Intention: Break away from the world and pursue your own happiness.