However, despite this, I have forgotten many really important and unforgettable things in the journey of life. At such a moment, in such a long lonely journey, the only person I can and can rely on is Rong He, who left incomplete memories and incomplete longings in my seventeen-year-old years. Under such a strong but helpless desire, I see the paleness of my soul and the helplessness of the past huddled in the shadow corner. At that time, the flowers blooming under the golden sunshine and the blue sky were my expectations for the future.