Many years later, Xu Wangshui walked on Ginkgo Road again and looked back at the past. This time, she stood at the end of time, looking at her inevitable death.
The iron fence outside the school is still there, but it has been rusted by the years. Through the rose branches on the fence, Xu Wangshui saw the girls in the garden in groups of two and a half, smiling and heading to the playground. The past overlapped in front of her. She vaguely saw herself talking to the person she loved hand in hand about the future, holding the lily she had climbed from the tree in her hand, smiling and wanting to be together forever.
Now the lilies have long since withered, and it is indeed the golden autumn. The wind carries the golden ginkgo leaves and floats into the distance, leaving her alone with a lot of thoughts.
Purpose: Cherish youth