A midsummer love letter
The window sill where the butterflies have stopped always has wet ink stains; the deep sea where whales swim has hidden oaths that will sink forever. When the chirping of cicadas in midsummer shattered the glass window, a passionate love letter was forever locked into the folds of time.
He met him in the hottest season, but under the shadow of the secular world, his sincerity turned into a silent avalanche. The tenderness hidden in the paintbrush and sweat, and the looks across family backgrounds and prejudices have become the moonlight hanging in the heart. The paintbrush in Xia Tian's hand began to tremble, and the once brilliant colors gradually became dim; Sheng Jinglan struggled painfully between family and love, and every step he took was extremely difficult. They thought they were each other's salvation, but they didn't know that fate had already turned the ending into an unsolvable mystery.
The snow outside the window fell quietly, like those unspoken thoughts. A love letter expresses the warmth of midsummer, but also expresses the desolation of winter. When the last word fell, his summer stopped forever at a certain dusk, and that love letter became the loneliest relic in the world - it was not only a gift from midsummer, but also all the thoughts left after being deprived by fate.
When Xia Tian stood on the edge of the tall building, looking at the starry sky in the distance, what he held tightly in his hands was his attachment to Jinglan or his unwillingness to fate... The hands stretched out from the abyss held each other tightly and used love as light to save each other. I thought we could walk out of the darkness together, but at dawn the labels were separated by the force of fate. Those unspoken words dissipated in the wind and became eternal be.
Intent: To satirize social reality and inner prejudices
