Nianfeng

Nianfeng Missing is like a gust of wind, Inadvertently, quietly left. I face the direction where the wind blows, Looking at the mottled shadows of leaves falling on the ground, Lost in memories… It was a sunny day, I'm sitting on the swing with you. The afternoon wind blew against my face with a hint of drunkenness. I carefully combed your broken hair, Looking at your profile in a daze. At that time, we were full of longing for the future. But I never thought that this was a scenery I would never see again... "I don't remember when I met him, and I don't know how I fell in love with him. He was like a gust of wind, coming quietly, and then left quietly. I was left alone, waiting where I was." ——Xia Nianjiu