Summer is coming. Knowing that the voice of childhood outside the window, the past is in Xia's memory, and every time I think of it, I give birth to joy. The time can't help but count, this summer is not the same as it was back then

Summer is coming. Knowing that the voice of childhood outside the window, the past is in Xia's memory, and every time I think of it, I give birth to joy. Time can't help but count, this summer is no longer the summer of that year, but every year in the fragrance of grass and trees, it will bring people new stories, and these have become new expectations in life...

Good morning Lixia!