"Xiaojing, where are you going?" Brother Xiaomeng was sitting on the horse. He hugged me, very warm, just like before.
"Jiangnan."
Today, I am sixteen years old. Brother Xiao Meng said that I am an adult and no longer need to waste time with him. He tied up my hair with his own hands and put a white dress on me that looked like snow.
"Jiangnan?"
"I remember Brother Xiaomeng said that Jiangnan has endless scenery. Come with me to see it." The endless bitterness that I can't express and dare not reveal, yes, I have grown up.
It's time to go.
Intention: When the spring dries up, the fish and the fish are on the land. They are wet with each other and wet with foam. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.