My name is Xu Qinglian. This is a beautiful dream I had when I was young. I recorded it with my poor writing when I was young. I just use it to remember the youth, and I will always remember a fragment like this: I once saw him sitting on a stone outside the peach garden and blowing bamboo leaves. A sad tune. It's like the sad music played by Yanni. With lyrical music. I squatted next to him, but he didn't seem to notice me. I looked at his profile and felt an insincere sadness. It seems like he is leaving me and will never come again. I don't know why I feel this way. His left hand held the small part of the bamboo leaf, but I couldn't see how his mouth was playing. His profile was graceful and picturesque, and he was wearing a white shirt and jeans. Her hair is as long as bamboo leaves and hangs down on her face. The wind blew the hair, and also blew the peach trees with only peach leaves whistling.