Outside the window, a gentle wind blew by, carrying the young man's low magnetic voice and hitting his ears together with his moist and hot breath. This gust of wind blew from summer to winter, blowing away the chirping of cicadas on the magnolia branches by the pool, blowing away the laughter and tears, blowing away the stage where the flashing lights gathered, and finally blowing to the snow-capped mountains sparkling under the first ray of winter sunshine.
Against the background of thousands of neon lights, we embraced each other on the top of the snow-capped mountains. The lights keep changing and flickering, and I only see you at the end of the light.
Then take my hand and go to the top of the mountain together, looking for the source of light, looking for your memory, and running towards our common future.
Bojun Yixiao, 2026 will be a long time to come.
Intention: bjyxszd! ! !