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My name is Tianxin, a medical student who has not yet graduated. At the beginning of 2020, the epidemic struck Wuhan. Without telling my family, I resolutely went to the front line to fight the epidemic. I'm not a hero, I'm just a medical student who can't back down in times of crisis. In the cabin, the protective clothing was airtight and the goggles were filled with water vapor. Fatigue and fear accompanied them day and night. But seeing the patients' eyes looking forward to life, I told myself that I must hold on. Here, I met Li Nanmu. He was gentle and firm, silently supporting me when I was about to collapse, and softly comforting me when I secretly cried. We can't see each other's faces clearly, but we can feel the courage to live in the hands we hold tightly. We agreed that when the epidemic is over, we will go to see Wuhan University Sakura, practice medicine together, and stay together for the rest of our lives. That was my only light in the cold winter. I treated every patient with my heart and cherished every moment with him. I wrote this memoir because I was afraid that it would be too late to say goodbye properly. In the end, I failed to wait until spring, failed to fulfill my promise with Nanmu, and failed to return to my parents. If there is an afterlife, I would still like to learn medicine to save people, and I would still like to meet Li Nanmu. This book is dedicated to my parents, to forgive their daughter for leaving without saying goodbye; to Nanmu, to remember that there was a girl named Tianxin who loved you deeply and protected this city in the coldest winter. My name is Tianxin. I once went against the grain for my life and was moved by your heart. The spring breeze will remember that there was once a glimmer of light in Jiangcheng, which shined through and stayed in the wind and snow forever.

When they meet for the first time in a sea of ​​people, their hearts flutter quietly. The first love between Li Nanmu and Zhang Jingwen is hidden in all the moments of ignorance and temptation. There is no deliberate rush, but the eyes will unconsciously follow each other's figure. A greeting when meeting by chance must be rehearsed in the heart. Every step of walking side by side feels that the time is gentle. It's the fingertips that dodge when handing over a cup of hot drink, it's the reluctance to press the end button when chatting late at night, it's the love that is full of joy but dare not express, it is the timidity of approaching cautiously but fear of disturbing. This first love has nothing to do with grandeur, only purity and youthfulness. Every clumsy temptation, every moment of accelerated heartbeat, is the most precious heartbeat mark that belongs to them alone. It gently ripples through time, tenderizing the entire youth.

The wind in the senior year of high school flipped over the corners of the test paper, and also disturbed the hidden thoughts of the teenagers in Class 10. Li Nanmu always felt that Nie Xiaoqian, the girl in the back seat who always wore headphones, seemed to be secretly looking at him. He was immersed in writing questions and was trapped by a function problem. When his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the penholder, a note with ideas for solving the problem would be gently stuck to the corner of the test paper; when he ran a thousand meters under the scorching sun, holding on to the railing and gasping for air, a bottle of ice-cold orange soda would quietly appear at hand. ; The countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard turned to the last page, and amid the din of the graduation class meeting, Nie Xiaoqian handed him a piece of scratch paper filled with error-prone knowledge points. On the back, there was a drawing of a naive little panda, and a line of small characters written crookedly next to it: "The future is bright." These tiny moments are like sugar-coated stars, and Li Nanmu quietly keeps them in his heart. He also pretended to stretch during recess and glanced at the top of Nie Xiaoqian's hair inadvertently; he also stayed silently in the classroom to help her wipe the last row of blackboards on a rainy day when she was on duty. In the classroom of Class 10, the chalk dust fell, and the cicadas chirping outside the window made the whole summer noisy. No one revealed those moments when he hesitated to speak, no one revealed those cautious temptations. She, who loves Class 10 silently, hides the most clumsy love of young people and a whole summer of secrets that she dare not say out loud.

A word lover who prefers to write about youth and growth, he is keen to capture the chirping of cicadas on campus, the chatter between desks, and the little thoughts hidden in the corners of scratch paper. I believe that the midsummer wind will remember the young man's thoughts, and the stories he writes are half of the warm sunshine and half of the unspoken tenderness. I would like to use fine words and ink to turn those youthful moments that cannot be returned into words that will never fade.