The sunlight flows through my fingers and falls on the ground. I raised my face and the clouds drifted by. I suddenly discovered that it was not time that passed away, but me.

I had no choice but to record my history in bits and pieces of writing.

Open the diary and hesitate, what kind of experience will you record in the limited time?

It is early spring, the season of blooming crabapple flowers. The petals fall and the wind passes by, and the petals follow the wind, leaving only the fragrance along the way. The petals fall into the bushes, and the girl captures the silhouette of the petals in the bushes. Happiness can also lead to happiness!