Beginning: Ningchang in May is not too hot, but it is still a little hot. At this time, the jacarandas in Ningnan No. 2 Middle School are in bloom, and the ones on the street are also flourishing...
(Probably, almost, just, like this.)
That year, the flowers were blooming, I was young, I had time to squander
End of the festival: It's summer again, the jacarandas in No. 2 Middle School are in full bloom, and the ones on the street are lush. Everything is just right. The wind blows through the beginning of time, and finally stops at the end of time. I still remember that they met just at that time.
This is a piece of writing that thinks about the beginning and the end without thinking about the content.
Intention: Love in despair, happiness in time