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Some people say that he will miss the summer of 2018 until his death. Just like the midsummer sung in those songs, every time the melody rings in his ears, Lin An is always dragged back to that season when the nights are like water, and those green years come to mind. Once upon a time, young men talked happily to each other over wine, Until now, there has been no news from our old friends, who are separated from each other. Blurred figures were reflected in the long river of time, and the past was like waves hitting Wang Yan who was stopping on the shore. He saw a traveler in the river trying hard to carve words on the edge of the boat. "What are you doing? Carving a boat and asking for a sword?" "No, I'm preserving the beauty of this moment." In the middle of winter when the north wind was howling, Lin An woke up alone on the bed board of a rental house. Outside the window was the urban forest in the glow. He told Wang Yan that if he could not find a sword after carving a boat, he should swim upstream and row the boat back.