Slight South Wind

Wei Yun stood in the evening wind, looking back at the way she came, but the way she came has long been blurred. Youth is a dense network, woven obliquely as the years get lost. She saw the wheat field holding another woman towards the sunset, full of happiness, Wei Yun smiled. She shook hands with the man she had pledged to each other and said, "Please take care of me when we meet for the first time..." She still smiled brightly, with a flower hanging from the corner of her mouth. The crumbling fence and the changes in the wheat field were clearly visible.