An Entertainment: Chun Yue

The morning sun shines through the curtains, carefully blending the warmth in the room like a honey blender. The green leaves in the tea cup slowly danced, as if the whole spring was swirling into this square inch of heaven and earth. Riding the elevator through the buildings, people turned into light notes. The street trees beside the road hold the chirping birds, like children holding piggy banks. When the clouds were bitten into marshmallows by the wind, my footsteps danced a pas de deux with the shadows. While waiting at the intersection, clover poked its head out from the gap. And all directions leading to love are lit with gentle green lights. The dusk coats the journey home with gold foil, and the windows of thousands of houses gradually light up. Before Xingyue goes to the appointment, every window is collecting the overflowing warmth, turning the joy of the day into a sweet dream at night.