Are the memories left behind, or the endless cry of loneliness?
If the memory has to follow the wind and return to the sound of cicadas in the summer, then we can clearly understand the era when the wind blew through the soft hair.
"Stay and be our friend, or leave and be a traitor to the Song Dynasty."
"Stay and you will still be my best friend. Let's bully people and dig up earthworms together."
Her father's palm prints still remain on her face, but her eyes are still clear and strong, and she goes her own way.