Lao Yang, Where Are You?

At that moment, looking at her figure standing on the shore, with the surging river behind her, I seemed to understand the purpose of such an arrangement by fate: I came to this place just for this glimpse.

The wind blew from the depths of the wheat field, she walked in the golden color, her fingertips brushed through the wheat ears, and her long hair was slightly raised. I followed her. She turned around, her black and white eyes were shining, smiling and said two very unfamiliar words, but as if she had heard them thousands of times. Suddenly, the wheat field was shattered. She is still in front of me. It turns out that the scenery is the scenery in my heart; and she is just her.

"She stands in the wind, as if she has formed a world by herself, while ordinary people represented by me can only see from afar despite many obstacles, although at this moment, she is really very close to me."