Chengshiji Garden

From a six-year-old peach tree to a twenty-one-year-old SD card. From the bamboo forest beside the Minjiang River to the Wei River in the north of the Qinling Mountains. I grew up in the bamboo forest of my hometown, met by chance on the river embankment, erased pencil words in my draft book, cycled through Chengdu East Railway Station, and received "I miss you" at four o'clock in the morning in Jiangcheng. I am the math class representative and she is the art committee member. On a hot day, she asked: "Do you have a crush on me?" I said, "I'm not kidding." "I was joking," she said. At the ferry, I asked: "Do you want to buy shares? Are they original shares now?" "I believe you," she said. Seven points for tea, three points for human kindness. Half a step back, a new cup of tea talks about my hometown. An unconceived coincidence, Just two souls in the long river of time, Long resonance.