In the depths of Yangju Lane, the parasol trees grew wildly. This was a fact that Ningye Yucuoyu tacitly understood. When the traffic gradually stopped, everything had to return to calm.
The young man said that I would climb mountains and ridges for you, and I would move mountains and fill the sea for you, but the vast ocean still blocked out the chirping of cicadas in midsummer.
When the clouds recede after the wild rain pours down, light will shine through the sycamore trees. It will hit the window lattice without hesitation, and it will embrace love without hesitation.
A wild rain is nothing more than the ups and downs of growth. I hope the sun will shine for a long time after the storm.
Concept: Youth is always warm, spring and winter are followed by midsummer.