From Baishui Town to City B, from a boy to a young man, Song Nan returned home, with relatives, lovers, and dreams.
I'm not good at writing modern stories, but the idea of Song Nan has been lingering in my mind for many years. He seems to have grown up with me. Anan is a child who is changing and maturing every day. He gradually escapes my imagination. Therefore, this story will be constantly revised and perfected from beginning to end - this is a real world without expectations. Song Nan lives on the other side, looking across the river from us.
There are trees in the south, and phoenixes live there.
The national building is marshy and the southern wood is the rafter.
The phoenix is like a phoenix, but the nan is not coming back.