Standing on the playground, you can see the infinitely extending red runway under your feet, the oak trees and bungalows in front of you, and the aging buildings not far away that are being repaired.
There was a large white patch of white on the horizon, and a dark patch of darkness passed over my head, making everything ahead become hazy.
Out of nowhere, a tall, furry tree appeared in the white.
The evening wind blew, and the white exploded in an instant.
Like a snowy evening long, long ago.
Has the fog cleared?
Or what about Baiyun?
Are they the seeds of the hairy tree?
Or...
What about us?
Purpose: Record youth
