Journey of longing
nameless wild flowers
Field ridges scattered in the sunset
familiar evening breeze
Can't let go of the excitement of departure
Barefoot girl
throw away arms
Chasing the floating sky full of sunset
The sound of wind whistling gently in my ears
Gentleness accompanies the joyful mood
Obviously
Not a lingering dream that the end of summer is approaching
The three-year-old looks small, and the six-year-old looks big. If childhood is chopped up and divided, then this sentence is not qualified. It is a prophecy.
Zhu Haijing grew up in one town after another. Before the last part of the past could be saved, the next part of the story had already begun. With so many people coming and going in life, when can one person be engraved in my heart? Growing up is an afterthought, but it doesn't matter, if I finally find you~~