"Some heartbeats, like the spring wind, come but cannot stay."
In the spring of his sophomore year in high school, Wen Yan bumped into Song Tingchi who was reading poetry under the magnolia tree at the corner of the corridor.
A petal fell on his shoulder, and in his hand was a dog-eared copy of "The Birds". When the wind blows, the pages rustle, like some kind of secret signal.
Later she found out——
Some people's names are the tenderest pain in youth.
"If I hadn't looked up that day, wouldn't I have remembered the direction of the wind?"
Intention: I want to write a sad article