The early morning sun shone through the window, as if a fine layer of golden sand had been laid in the room. Before Shao Boqing opened his eyes, he felt that there should be flowers and birds singing outside the window. He really smelled the fragrance and heard the birds' crisp chirp. However, when he opened his eyes and sat up, he found that it was the bleak autumn outside the window. The French parasol tree had long since shaken off its yellow leaves, and its bare branches silently ...