After the rain, the air is clear and the sun is bright. A look back seems to have destined the entanglement in the future. When I return to this familiar place three years later, I can't help but have mixed feelings. Something has quietly changed, such as your and my hearts, which are more in tune with each other. Her and his stories can no longer blend in with others, only they are enough. A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a wise minister chooses his master to serve. The same is true for me, the years will end peacefully.