Suddenly one day the name Fang Zhiqing popped into my head, and I couldn't help but write down this story. There are laughter and tears, happiness and regret, maybe this is growth. Fang Zhiqing is "my" green mountain. So the seasons change, but the green mountains remain the same. What remains unchanged is not only the landscape, but also the green landscape.
Concept: A short story that combines some real people and real events