Best wishes, best wishes...
It's snowing non-stop in City B again, and those noisy kids in the central square are having a snowball fight again.
You say, can I go to grandma's place again this summer? This is the last time, okay? When I went there last year, Brother Dazhang asked me for news about you again! What should I do? How should I answer him? The small theater in the small town still keeps singing, and you don't have to translate it for me. I still can't understand a word.
Silent Forest has a new resident singer. Unlike you, he sings rock and roll, which is not good.
Good morning, can you feel that I miss you?
I miss you.
——From A's diary on January 14, 2014