Maybe, this is just a dream...
In my dream, there is a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. People in the small town love gardenias very much. Gardenias are planted on the corridors by the bridge, by the windows, and in the yards of every household. June in Jiangnan coincides with the plum rain season, when gardenias are in full bloom. After a night of wind and rain, the small town was filled with the fragrance of gardenias. I live in a small courtyard by the river. There is an osmanthus tree planted in the yard. I often drink tea under the tree and keep company with the cat until night comes. I also like to write by the window near the water. Next to the inkstone is a pot of gardenia waiting to be planted. She is waiting quietly for the moment it blooms.
Concept: The story of the dream city