[Why your name is like the rose in April, why all the stories are like the river in September] ——Jian Yu's "Daughter's Red"
Alias: "Nian Nian Silent"
No one knew that Xin Nian once liked a person. That person's light was too dazzling. Later, he was praised by all the stars, and the number of people who liked him was counted in tens of thousands.
One day when Xin Nian passed by a shopping mall, she saw the young man on the big screen showing a bright smile and introducing himself to everyone with a name that everyone knew, but this name was not Zhao Su.
Xin Nian understood at that moment that the sound of the piano would drift away that day, the roses in his hands would wither, and it would never snow again in the city.
Xin Nian stood still for a few seconds in the crowd of people coming and going, and smiled with relief.
Many things were doomed from the beginning.
The "nian" that never forgets, and... The "tracing" that leads back to it, but the road is long and difficult.
"I would like to write this article to pay tribute to those memories that have not been echoed.
Intention: If you don't think about it anymore, then you can let go