The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou.
——Anonymous "Xizhou Song" from the Northern and Southern Dynasties
The wind swept through the parasol trees in Nancheng, blending the chirping of cicadas in my youth, the soft snap of pen tips in class, and the tenderness hidden between my eyebrows into the long days and nights.
We always think that youth is a vigorous rush,
But looking back, I realize that the most moving things are always ordinary scenes:
It's the awkward greeting when we first meet at the beginning of school.
It was a note handed over silently by the boy in the back row.
It's the evening breeze that goes with you after evening self-study,
It is a companionship separated by a wall and facing each other with lights.
From the first meeting under the shadow of the phoenix tree in the first year of high school, to walking side by side in the wind and rain in the third year of high school,
Someone to help you get through math problems,
Someone understands your thoughts in writing,
Someone is always standing by your side in the crowd.
Those quietly arising heartbeats, stumbling growth, parting and staying together, confusion and determination, are all collected one by one by the evening breeze in Nancheng.
This volume of stories,
Write to every period of pure and passionate youth,
Write to the joy that we felt when we met,
I also write to the old friends next to me who have accompanied us through the long years.
Youth is short, but the story is long.
If you have ever clumsily fallen in love with someone, clutched a piece of paper under your desk, or waited for a message late at night - you will understand.
Just turn it over.
The evening wind has begun to blow.
Concept: From school uniforms to wedding dresses, it is not a one-way guardianship of one person, but a story of two people seeing each other, illuminating each other, and growing together over the years.