To QY：
I know this is destined to be another letter that will never be sent. So, let me write down my random thoughts in a letter again.
Melbourne in autumn is always filled with a surprising atmosphere: the high sky is blue and deep, like the eyes of a fairy; the bright red maple leaves fall one after another, randomly spreading on the ground; when the sky is clear, the sunlight passes through the gaps between the branches and is reflected on the fallen leaves. When you step on the bright path, you will make a crackling sound, which is very pleasant to the ear.
Every time at this time, I would think of Y City, which is located in the northern hemisphere. What is the situation of the city that I cherished for 18 years now?
Now, it should be in the early spring when everything revives, right?
Now, its country-famous camphor sea is covered with layers of new green, right?
Now, are you still counting the newly picked buds under the camphor tree as before?
Now, you are back in that familiar world, is everything okay?
Qiao Yuan... Qiao Yuan...
I'm fine... I'm fine now... What about you?
By AR
2014.4.20