Her 1942 Messenger

I boarded the last tram that could travel through time and space, and became the cultural "messenger" of 1942. I can't save everyone, so I can only use the tram to salvage the names that are about to pass away from the torrent of history. That man named Shen Chong put his belief in saving the country and a "Xinhua Dictionary" into my hands during our reunions on rainy nights. He finally missed the dawn, but it became an eternal glimmer in my memory. "Send him to the spring of 80 years later" I did what he asked before he died. But he doesn't know that he is my spring.