When we have something to say, we talk; when we have nothing to say, we quietly let the wind blow on our faces. The taste of summer is like a strong medicine with a long-lasting effect, which is strong and immersive in the memory.
. ——The words written in front
Memories of summer are always accompanied by the quiet breathing of afternoon time. The leaves will shake down and cast off spots of sunlight, like silhouettes of every inch of time shattered by the chirping of cicadas.
If you close your eyes and piece together a picture of summer in your mind, there will still be vast expanses of wildly growing weeds, endless blue skies and long, dazzling days.
There are always many vivid stories that start quietly in the summer, and then end without any explanation in the near future.
Intention: Time takes everything away and brings everything back