When Ye Han was sixteen years old, she came to Lingang to go to school because of Ye's mother's work arrangements.
Later, this winter was not like Yicheng,
I met a bunch of like-minded friends.
Including people she can't forget.
In December, cold pines stand in the wind,
The snow is flying,
There was a thin layer of snow on the ground.
The first encounter in the selection classroom in the second year of high school,
The setting sun poured down on the side of her face,
He raised his eyes inadvertently,
It seemed as if a snowflake was floating lightly on his heart.
Later,
The two tough-talking people became the most familiar strangers.
Seven years later, Ye Han returned to Yicheng.
He spoke quietly,
"You won't leave when you come back this time."
It snows for the first time at sixteen, but the pines still stand after seven years
Intention: Seventeen-year-old publicity and passion give us the courage to chase our dreams