Old Mill on the Bridge Embankment

"Spring buds break through the ground and look at the cloud tops, and the summer heat before dawn burns into the dream abyss" The young Zhang Xiaonian looks up to the clouds of the urban music dream like a spring bud, unaware that the trials and setbacks like the scorching summer sun during the pursuit will eventually scorch the buds of his ideals. "The summer cicadas sing loudly to guard the ruins, not thinking about the autumn frost staining the old eaves" Grandpa transformed into a summer cicada, singing to the sound of the turning stone mill and clinging to the mottled brick walls of the old mill. He couldn't hear the autumn frost of the changing times, quietly climbing up the faded cornices of the mill, eroding the tranquility accumulated over the years. "The spring mist creates a false promise, confusing the fortune and fame on the summer journey." Chen Xuewei arrived with illusory promises like spring mist, weaving invitations with the phantom of traffic and success, dragging Zhang Xiaonian into a profit trap. This fog obscured his original intention of returning to his hometown to rebuild, and became the most difficult disaster to solve during the midsummer journey. "Xia Lian blooms quietly by the river bridge, leaning alone against the spring waves to keep the old fate" Lin Yue is like the summer lotus beside the stream, hiding her love in the fragrance of lotus, her childhood sweetheart, quietly watching the spring waves that Zhang Xiaonian must pass by. When the young boy gets lost and turns back, this tenderness that has accumulated for many years becomes the glimmer of light that illuminates the way forward. "Autumn fireflies trace their shadows to explore the deep courtyard, and their unpredictable summer feelings circle the millstone." A Ming returned with Qiu Ying's coolness and rationality, and tried to measure the value of the mill professionally, but he did not understand that the turning of the millstone was entangled with Zhang Xiaonian's most passionate attachment. It wasn't until Yinghuo and Xia Yi merged that they understood the deep love behind this inheritance. "The paths are covered with snow in winter, but the undying spring heart beats the old fields." …To be continued…