#June Market Forecast

In my youth, I sought spring towards the distant horizon, climbing peach and plum trees without knowing the flowers.
Chaoying fell to Fang Zhiyan, and when the sunset sank, he began to feel Hua.
Old memories become precious after loss; returning to the past feels just like yesterday.
And brush away the clear tears to pursue the road ahead, do not cling to the remnants and betray the years of splendor.