It's a Pity That Wutong

That year we planted a sycamore tree with our own hands. That year we watched Wutong grow up slowly. Later, it rained on the sycamore leaves at three o'clock in the morning, and their crowns were now as tall as a canopy. The tung flowers have bloomed, and I can't wait for my old friend to return. Intention: Do your best to obey the destiny and have no regrets in your heart.