About spring,
Xia Shen remembered that the drizzle in early spring had just moistened the tips of the pomegranate leaves, and that there were people waiting for him after school under the vague green outside the window;
Or on a cold autumn evening, someone used the sound of the piano to bring spring back to him again;
Or maybe the atmosphere of farewell under the moonlight is too much like the elegance of spring,
So in spring, the young man's hidden thoughts turned into warm and moist water vapor, permeating the years.
A short story written three or four years ago, about a youthful secret love in spring.
Idea: I have a lingering and soft spring. When we meet again, you will find