There is a yellow jujube tree with a long history next to the slightly run-down soil training house. It has seen the failure of an unruly girl, felt the girl's skirt gently hanging on its branches as her calves swayed in summer, witnessed the well-behaved girl become sharp and smooth, and listened to the girl's beating heartbeat under the moonlight. It has witnessed the vows of love. Time still takes care of itself, and the yellow jue flowers still bloom year after year. Our story hasn't come to an end yet
Intention: In this huge world, our little hearts are on the same frequency