"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring."
This is 15-year-old Lin Sichun's favorite poem. The beginning of her youth does not begin in summer.
No blazing sunshine, no noisy cicadas
Because it was autumn
That autumn, he was like the free-flying autumn wind, elusive, but always able to touch the softest part of her heart inadvertently. Lin Sichao couldn't stop her heartbeat, but she was afraid of disturbing his freedom, so she could only write down his Chen Nianfeng in the diary.
If you can, please listen to her voice. If you ask the current Lin Sichuan what she wants to say to the past Chen Nianfeng, she may say, please slow down and forget me.
Intention: Gone with the wind and live in the present