People always say that Yuncheng in Sichuan is like a peach blossom garden, sitting alone in a quiet hut, and in this barren land, the smell of earth comes one after another along with the humidity in the morning.
Xu Wu's father gave him this name because of the green sycamore tree in front of his house, and Xu Wu was as tall and tall as the sycamore tree, standing in the wind and facing the other side.
In the summer when he was seventeen, Xu Wu met Li Jingci, and the young man's figure was engraved in Xu Wu's heart like a nail.
For me, this relationship is like entering a forest with layers of greenery, mist and clouds, and only blurry, intertwined branches in front of me. Mottled like the rare light and shadow. I didn't know it then, but it would be one of the few rainy days I would have.
"Xu Wu, where do you want to apply?"
"I want to apply for the humanities and social sciences major at Sichuan University. The ancestors of Yuncheng have been rooted in the land for generations. They have faced stormy waves, cracked land, and mountains. They stand at the foot of the mountains and look up at the dazzling sun. Who knows that they are the sun itself."
"The continuous wind from the mountains blew them in, and they were trapped, and they didn't want to come out. The rice waves that had been submerged for a long time were about to ripple again, and it was another good harvest season."
Originally I wanted to write about parents disapproving of their love, but I thought about it again and again. It's the summer of the 21st century, so don't be trapped in the winter of binary opposition.
Let the young couple live happily.
Concept: A hazy love story about a teenager
