The Late Summer Glimmer in Time Series

That year the cicadas chirped before summer, and you squatted under the tree to hopscotch. On the last page of the graduation album, the "forget-me-not" you wrote in pencil was blurred by the rain. The gilt edges of the wedding invitations hurt my fingertips. "Good night, my Chi Xia." The moon outside the window is very round and the wind is very soft, just like many years ago, under the sycamore trees in the old alley, the summer wind blew through the hearts of two young people. After sixteen years, it finally brought them a lifelong reunion.