In the dusk of Linhai Cemetery, Jing Shen and Zhang Yang reunited in Huai Yingli. Those secret words of youth sealed by locust flowers fall with the rustling of pine needles - mathematical formulas spread on the umbrella ribs and become poems, the sweetness of locust cake is wrapped with the bitter fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine, and the ringing of bicycle bells stirs up the salt grains in the monsoon belt. When Yulian folded the unfinished love letter into a paper airplane, they were shocked to realize that time had already buried misplaced codes in their palm prints. The cracks on the stone steps of the cemetery are the scale of time, and the rings of the locust tree contain salt-stained tears and nebula-like silence. The unfinished "Locust Snow War" finally remains unfinished after being remembered countless times.
Purpose: Youth pain and life understanding, personal development and the call of the times