When Qiu Xinci was a child, she swung on a swing and rode a rocking horse under the locust tree in her grandmother's yard. The scent of locust flowers was refreshing.
That black locust tree is an indelible memory from her childhood.
And in girlhood, on that warm spring day, when the black locust was blooming that year.
There is someone secretly hidden in her heart that no one knows about.
And that person also became her unspeakable secret during her teenage years.
Locust Flower Language: Secret Love
Intention: If you like it, say it loudly