Chen Yang's smile bloomed in the sunshine, and his skirt fluttered in the wind. Lu Qi looked at the girl in front of him with his SLR on his shoulder, a smile that couldn't be concealed on his lips.
The sound of the piano in the school's music classroom continues to rise and fall, carrying the pure love of a young man.
The evening breeze by the river blew across their faces, and they looked up to see the gentle moonlight in the night sky.
Lu Qinian: There are thousands of things in this world, but there are three things I love.
Chen Yang read: One is morning, the other is dusk.
The voices of the two people overlapped: Qing is morning and evening.
Intention: Love rises with the wind and never dissipates with the wind.