The wind moves the cicada as a prophet, and the cicada's chirping in summer makes the tongue dry. Who started this invisible storm?
Under the blossoming tree, the painter wrote. He said that the girl who wanted to taste the flowers did not know how to tie the red thread of Yue Lao.
The world goes round and round, and when I look back, I see those unforgettable edges and corners, but I am waiting for them in the summer morning sun. The moment their eyes met, he said, you are finally back.
Conception: