A moving car:
The drizzle sprinkled on the ancient wall,
Sprinkle with willows,
I am a little aware of my mission.
One summer night—
A waterstop courtyard:
The sunset glow shines on the bamboo canopy,
According to Sophora japonica,
I am deeply aware of my mission.
Consciousness recognition,
Try to look back!
Is it joy or melancholy?
It's been two years!