The sky above the city was filled with a light grayish-white color. There was no sign of the coming heavy rain, but it soon started to rain. People holding umbrellas stomped in the rain.
The spring of Qian Ning is very shallow, and the Qian Ning of spring is very quiet, like a mirror. The mirror is very bright, and it is so dazzling that I can't see myself clearly, so I have to wear sunglasses to look at it. Over there, there is the black and gray self, buried with countless laughter/tears and the people around me: Mai Xue, Wu Chen, Chen Xiaoxu, Lu Yixuan. In the end, it is so dark that it is blurred, with a special arc. They are still young, living on the spreading ivy, stretching into the blurred sky, in the late spring with hail...
In 2002, there were no people crossing the bridge.