1. There is always a woman with a vague face in my mind. The vague image is as familiar as being close to me. Every move she made, whether she spoke, walked or breathed, was natural and comfortable. Many times, I could reach out and hold her hands.
She is so kind. I have written articles with her influence before. I always feel that something is missing. It seems too difficult to perfect my body. A few years ago, Mafa, Tucheng, and the seaside of Cangyue have gradually become dilapidated. Only she is still as clear as yesterday. Time has not taken anything away from her.
2.
She never resisted what fate brought to her. Including the man who is admired by all the families and women. The morning and evening moments that have accompanied each other since childhood have gradually become warmer and mellower as the years have passed. I really want to write a story that allows me to break out of my cocoon and see the tiny dust in the sun. Until the sound of the soul can be clearly heard. So vivid and clear.
3.
The scenes and characters in the story are fictions based on reality. Perhaps, after seeing the surface of things, the essence is just a change of perspective. Perhaps, anything seen by different people in different places means hundreds or even tens of thousands of changes.
A knowing smile is always a romantic thing.