The Wind Approaches the Green Plum Blossoms at Night

When they first met, she didn't even see his face clearly. A group of wild horses were playing football randomly on the playground after a self-study class. They accidentally kicked the ball onto a girl's head. She looked at her friend who was stunned by the ball, and she was also stunned... Seven or eight boys came running over, one of them was him. … Years later, she was sitting alone on the train with his phone number on her cell phone, blocking the call and then canceling it, over and over again... But he didn't call her at all. … She opened the dusty guestbook and wrote—— If youth is a song, I hope it can be sung forever and belong to our past; If youth is a poem, I hope it can be passed down forever and preserve our past. If youth can last forever, I want to be myself.