Yongkang | If the spring breeze has compassion for flowers, can it allow me to be young again?

Yongkang | If the spring breeze has compassion for flowers, can it allow me to be young again? Fate is always wonderfully inexplicable! I look forward to unexpected encounters during the journey and enjoy the surprises they bring. It's like opening a blind box; there's no need to overthink it, everything inside has already been arranged for you, and everything has its reason. The clear sky, although it can't filter out too much glaring light, always makes people want to take a few more glances and press the shutter to capture this beautiful sky. It looks just like the sky when I spent summer vacations at my aunt's house as a child: equally blue and clear, with clouds as if they were bleached, without any impurities! The distant mountains and forests are equally green, with steam rising, lush green leaves, swallows flying, cicadas singing, and fragrant empty alleys... Everyone is yawning... Walking on any road leading to memories, one always falls into the beauty of the past, either feeling a sense of loss or being overwhelmed with emotion. But the wind of childhood can no longer blow my hair at this moment, and holding the sky, I can no longer smell the rich fragrance of rice from that year. If the spring breeze has compassion for flowers, can it allow me to be young again?