During the rainy season when he was seventeen years old, Jiang Jingxing crashed into the back seat of geography teacher Li Milai's electric car.
On the soaked textbook, the monsoon circulation diagram is stained with blurred tears.
And the silver prayer wheel jewelry on that woman's wrist,
The secret glimmer in the girl's heart is reflected in the heavy rain.
The trapped secret admirer traced the coordinates of the tear mole on the back of his homework book.
When the melody of Li Milai's favorite song spread over the windowsill of evening self-study,
The sweat of the local Georgie training soaked the contour drawings,
Jiang Jingxing finally understood the metaphor of Li Milai's WeChat avatar——
Reflected in the astronaut's mask,
Never a shining star,
But a blue planet that can never be reached.
This taboo pursuit across longitude and latitude lines,
The lie that started with the Aries meteor shower,
Finally the silence of the Orion Nebula.
When the four-leaf clover specimen vaporizes in the morning mist,
Only then did they realize:
Celestial bodies that are tidally locked are destined to face each other but not embrace each other.
And the focal depth of the most turbulent earthquake in my youth,
But there was a silent roar thirteen kilometers beneath the earth's crust.
Motto: People we love always teach us how to grow
