Yan Xiaran*Qin Yi*Lin Qingfeng
The clouds float, sometimes letting the sun pass through, sometimes turning into raindrops and falling. They are never absent from the sunset. In youth, there is always a cloud that flashes at the necessary moment, holding up Yan Xiaran and landing at her destination.
This cloud is never concrete. It can be a person, a sentence, or a poem, but it always fills her with energy for a short time. Although it is ethereal, numb, and sour, it will eventually grow and redeem itself, which comes from mutual help and the inner driving force. Yan Xiaran has been walking on this road for many years to escape from feudal superstition and get rid of the shackles of "preferring boys over girls".
Looking back on those afternoons side by side many years later, for some people, when they meet, they sign up.
In one sentence, face the past and lead to the future. If you catch up, you will have no regrets.