Spring Memories, Spring Colors, Spring's Voice

A Chinese toon tree, a patch of grass beneath its shade, a boy with his eyes half-closed, and a girl holding his hand with a smile. The girl's sweet singing, and a promise that could never be kept...

Once again, early spring has come, and the ice and snow are melting. Memories from deep within my heart rise to the surface once more.

"The ending of every story is actually decided from the very beginning."

A finalist in the 2020 Summer Baopao Novel Writing Contest