Xiaoxiao childhood
I'm lying in the crib inside.
Full of the sweetest things you don't remember at all.
Golden Millet Dream―sheer daydream
Summer is
there is little time left
My favorite flowered skirt
I still remember every time my mother washed it for me and let it cool in the sun.
fragrance
Summer is
In childhood
I learned from the nameless tree that boys often climb.
In the afternoon, I often sit under it and squint at the leaves flowing down.
shadow
Summer is
at present
This pen in my hand helps me think and collect water droplets.
It only lets me sit quietly and take me through the summer.
think back