You sleep next door in February.
It rained heavily in March.
Roses are everywhere in April.
In May, we sat opposite each other like a dream, so June arrived.
In June, the grass blooms and smells everywhere.
In July, the wheat waves rolled with the grass until the end of the world.
August is August.
I kept my mouth shut in August. In August, I am the water in the bottle, and you are the cloud in the sky.
September and October are two eyes, full of sea.
You are at sea and I am at the bottom of the sea.
1 1 month hasn't arrived yet.
Through its window, I saw the snowy December.
Lin Bai's Process