Gu Yan:
In my memory, it always rains in West City, and you always love to cry.
Xicheng is made of water, and so are you.
When I made you cry that year, I just wanted an excuse to wipe your tears.
Every scene in those years when you pouted and lost your temper, laughed through tears, and made noisy scenes, has become a hometown that I want to return to every night after many years.
Simple migration:
I often think, after so many years, if you were here.
Will spring come earlier?
Will the sea be bluer in summer?
Will the autumn wind become gentle?
Can the snow in winter also be used to warm hands?