There is no snow in Jiangnan in November.
Continuous moss kisses the melancholy wind at night.
He is a collapsing snow mountain.
But an encounter between teenagers in midsummer is better than a casual acquaintance.
It was like a redemption was coming, so he embraced his summer in the ice and snow.
The cicadas chirped louder in midsummer that year than in any other year.
The story of a girl and a boy was destined to be extraordinary from the moment they met.
The wind rises and falls,
Junior high school lasts only three years.
But she knew that he would never love her for more than three years,
Even more so year after year.
He is her bright spring, and she is his dead tree.
She appears on every page of his poems.
Maybe the secret love is that it is raining outside the window, and she is looking at the rain, and he is looking at her.
But he didn't know that she was looking at her through the window.
Concept: The secret love of youth has echoes
