Ask the cicadas
Two years ago, the city tower jumped, and the jade died fragrantly. There is not a word in history, there is not a word in the streets, and the life of 24 years of splendid accumulation has been erased out of thin air, and not even the slightest trace has been left.
And so ends the story...... Is it? Two years later, a discredited girl opens her eyes under a stick.
I don't know when the old things that have been obliterated, forgotten, and buried have quietly sprouted like weeds under the snow.
Then resuscitate and grow. See the light of day again. Even if there are thousands of miles of ice, they can't stop the weeds, stinging insects, and small swallows.
In July, the cicadas are heard under the willows, and the world - the world is clear.