You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are looking at you. At that time, Ning Fei thought this was such a romantic thing, but she never thought that she was the protagonist in this romantic story at that time. When I read this poem again a long time later, Ning Fei was both sighing and grateful. Sighing that I missed you in the best time, grateful that you were still there when I turned around.