In the mid-1980s, Xia Tian took the green train to Beijing and studied journalism at the prestigious university he had long dreamed of. At that time, Xia Tian was full of ambitions, and the journalistic ideal in his heart was as holy as the Gesang flower on the snowfield. That year, the bonfire under the Mid-Autumn moon, the lions on the Marco Polo Bridge, and the brothers' ambition and pride are still engraved in my heart in the summer. In those years, Xia Tian's cheeks still get slightly hot when he thinks of the innocent "Hongyan Chuan Shu" between Xia Xia and Li Hua. And all of this finally came to an abrupt end with the arrival of graduation. Xia Tian and his journalistic ideals gradually drifted away from each other, his friends who were sincere and sincere went their separate ways and could never see each other again, and the ignorant love of youth parted ways in the wind and rain of an uncertain future. During this journey of youth, Xia Tian learned to grow, to love, and to say goodbye. The flow of time goes back and forth, and youth is ruined everywhere.
