Please allow me to be your summer, when the summer time has passed; please allow me to be your music, when the nightingale and the oriole have restrained their singing. When Xia Ji was reading this poem there, He Huaiyin remembered that day: Xia Ji was at the window on the fifth floor, waving his hands and shouting the three words "He Huaiyin", and at that time the fireworks bloomed in his eyes.