In the afternoon when the cicadas were chirping noisily, the swimming whale looked out the window at the camphor tree.
"Hello, classmate," the young man's eyebrows were crooked, "My name is Chu Lin'an -" The summer wind passed through the hall, carrying the scattered chirping of cicadas, "The first time we met." The camphor leaves swayed in the wind, leaving tiny pieces of light and shadow.
Amid the chirping of cicadas, Jiang Youjing heard that the sunlight suddenly became very light.
She is freedom itself, the trailing silver scales in the deep sea, the moonlight between the trees, the ray of morning light hanging on the dandelions - but the wind cuts it into pieces and hangs between his eyebrows.
That summer always hovered in the boy's palm, and there lived a sleepless cicada.
Intention: I am the wind, and the wind is freedom