Synopsis of the work "Just in time for the evening breeze to blow into my arms":
For Song Zhiyu, the reality is her mother's airtight desire for control, her father's cold wall of silence all year round, and her life of hiding in a corner and even breathing carefully. As an introverted person who is almost transparent, she has repeatedly encountered obstacles in life. She can only pour all her unspoken desires and the warmth she dare not pursue into the novel world she writes.
In her work "The Evening Wind Bumps in the Arms", the heroine Song Yang has everything she dreams of: a mother who can pick up food for her and remember her preferences, a doting father who will pave the way for her, and a forest who will always take good care of her and offer her all his tenderness. Song Yang is a rose with thorns, daring to use calculations to protect her own light, and the forest is her strongest armor and the perfect harbor she builds in the fictional world.
But the boundary between fiction and reality always seems to be blurred inadvertently. Hidden in the shadows of the forest are her vague feelings about "encounters on the road" in reality; the family warmth Song Yang has in the novel is her humblest yearning for family love. When the characters in the novel love and protect each other vividly between the lines, and when the fictional family dinner reflects the warmth that is missing in her reality, Song Zhiyu begins to find her own exit in the pull of the two worlds - perhaps, the courage and desire written in the story will one day shine into reality.
This is a story about using words to heal oneself, and it is also a long journey to explore love and growth between fiction and reality.
Purpose: Taking Song Zhiyu's thirteen-year secret love as the axis, she uses the bravery of "Song Yang" in her writing to form a mirror image with the withdrawal of "self" in reality, and explores how fictional creation can become the spiritual armor of the coward - those things that she dare not say and do to Lu Yu, all grow wildly in the text, but also quietly piece together her secret yearning for "bravery". When reality pushes the object of crush in front of you, the emotion that spans youth and adulthood ultimately points not to "whether you can stand side by side with him", but "whether you can be like Song Yang and dare to look directly at your own heartbeat and dare to claim yourself that you have hidden for thirteen years." Secret love is never an obsession with others, but a long reunion with oneself. Words are the bridge, reality is the shore, and the one who has to cross in the end is always the self hiding behind the barbed wire and the keyboard.