She always wears a strong coat. When her friends are hurt, she is always at the front. But when she is hurt, who will cover for her? The poverty of love is compensated by the richness of friendship, which is enough for her. But why does there always seem to be a faint gap in her heart... Is it him? Could it be that he and she had an unforgettable conflict? Why is there always a lingering image of him in our lives? How does the front edge continue to be broken, how does the mirror come back together? She smiled faintly, all the thousands of sails that passed by were not the same, no one knew the slanting light and the long flowing water, thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees were already in front of the diseased tree.