Ban Bianyue had a dream. In the dream, he still looked fifteen years old, with a ponytail, and the red hairband in his hair was flying in the wind, making it a bright red.
He stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, with the off-white flowers falling on half of his shoulders. He smiled and said to his mother, "Wait until I get home."
Purpose: Road fools should not travel far alone