Returning to the River

"There is the sound of wind against the tide in my ears, and there are flying geese in front of me." We met again many years later, but he didn't seem to recognize himself. Shen Yanxing looked at Jiang Zhu with doubts. He had never given up searching in these years, but Jiang Zhu's leaving without saying goodbye made Shen Yanxing lose the courage to continue searching. Looking at Jiang Zhu's increasingly cowardly character, it seemed that he was different from the bright young man... "We sit on the rocks and look at the sea. Maybe we will fall in love with our heads on the rocks." The love that was obscure at the beginning was gradually enlarged and then suddenly extinguished, as if only the stone that could not be crushed in the palm of the hand could bear witness to their unwillingness. The unyielding love in their youth would be a comfortable look back at the sunset in the future.