Hidden in Fireworks

The stars are floating and falling, and the white elm is shining brightly. The lingering sound echoes and the music begins again. When it rains during the Qingming Festival, everything has its time. Fireworks suddenly rise and scatter in the flowing fire. This is the story of our journey. In July, the sun is about the same time as the Tropic of Cancer. We linked our fingers and swore an oath. That summer, you hid. Seeing each other again, tears fell from our eyes. From then on, and for the rest of their lives, the two of them spent time together. Hopefully, the floating leaves will dance with the green mountains. ———————————— Readership: 775712099