Sudden inspiration, record it first
When seventeen-year-old Song Yu meets seventeen-year-old Xun Sheng, it's like a beam of light piercing the cold winter.
From the mottled alleys to the campus buzzing with the chirping of cicadas, the boy with an echoing name, Xun Sheng, always follows the rhythm of sunshine and involuntarily breaks into his black-and-white silent movie-like world.
From then on, there was an undercurrent under the frozen soil, and the ice reflected the seven-color spectrum.
The chalk dust sprouting in the cracks of the desks and the clinking of soda bottles on the playground have become variations of the heartbeat.
Time is tillering branches, and spring floods are surging under the frozen soil.
In my heart, the heaven and earth are also brilliant together, as brilliant as spring and bright scenery.
Time is still long, but the love is growing.
——You are my sun.
Concept: The current laughter and tears are gifts from time.