I remember the first time I came to Qian'an.
It was summer, and Qian'an in June was so beautiful that one dared not look directly at it, hot and gentle. I dragged my luggage and stood alone on the streets of Qian'an, with the fragrance of sunshine and resin floating in the air.
In this beautiful and gentle city, I met Axia. That stubborn and strong woman was like a gust of wind, passing by people alone without stopping.
And Ah Chuan, Ah Chun, Zhi Jue, Shu Yu, the beautiful time they walked with me can only remain silent in my memories now.
I came alone, and finally left alone with my luggage on my back.
This empty city left behind memories.
Su Qing.