There is a beautiful woman in the north, left behind and independent,
I have no talent for writing, and it is very difficult to write every word. I suddenly want to thank myself, thank you for not giving up,
These words, I can't tell the difference between reality and imagination, these stories, these people, they are too close to me,
I have always firmly believed that I can live without love, but I cannot live without friendship. During the more than twenty years I have lived, Qi Xiaocan has been rampant in my life every minute. I will never forget that night, when she stood barefoot on the marble floor with her hair hanging down, looking at the black clouds billowing and rain forming curtains outside the floor-to-ceiling window. She turned around, and the tears on her face were beautiful and delicate. She said to me, the city with me is beautiful even if it rains.