The evening breeze blows through the ferry of memory, and the past slowly returns in the fragments of light and shadow.
When I was a child, I had a neighbor whose mother was very gentle. She had a daughter who was one year younger than me named Qiao Yan. However, her mother said that her previous name was He Yan, but her father died in a car accident unfortunately.
Purpose: In the youthful campus years, we support each other and find the light that belongs to each other on the road of growth.