Introduction
The stacked test papers and sequence questions amidst the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, the scent of soap locust under the warm yellow light of the flower shop in the rainy season, the tilted arc of the young man's umbrella and the wet cuffs of his school uniform, interweave into a hazy poem in the Wutong Lane of Ningxia Affiliated High School and in the rain. When the ink spots on the draft paper meet the dewdrops of lisianthus, the story of Shiyu and Cheng Yao is the youthful thoughts hidden in the sound of wind chimes, the warm milk handed out when the rain falls, and the unexpected ripples that quietly spread out in each other's lives.
Concept: There are thousands of gaps in the moss, and there are traces of light.