The Tree on the Moon Is Blooming

Under the city sky, it moves restlessly. In the wind, there is a long skirt; under the scorching sun, a straw hat; on the shoulders, a black hair. Look at the crowds surging on the streets, like a tide, coming in all directions. I felt even more restless and restless. I want to leave here quickly. Suki took my hand and squeezed into the center of the crowd. Sweat dripped from his face to the ground, like splashes of water. His face was flushed, as if he had applied rouge. The dazzling light above the head makes it difficult to open one's eyes. This is an amazing summer trip. Two women who exuded youthful vigor...