Lin Xiaoping sat on a small bench in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.
The large cotton-like clouds were blown away by the wind, and the smoke was like mist; the branches of the old apricot trees were densely clustered with many small flying insects, as if they were holding some kind of ceremony.
It's like saying goodbye to a girl's youth...
Purpose: I hope this story can bring happiness and warmth to everyone. There are many shortcomings, please give me your advice.