It was early summer.
With the clear river water and green trees, the early summer is continuing the strong vitality of spring, and everything is given new hope. I can deeply feel that hazy faith is like breaking through the dead night and running into the wilderness of dawn, with a trace of roughness and strength.
This is an experience that winter does not have; Naturally, autumn cannot have such an opportunity.
However, for a moment, there was a sadness that things were right from wrong. This is probably the melancholy that beautiful things can’t stay in the world forever, right?