Maybe it's in love, maybe it's reasoning, maybe it's just parting. Anyway, it's two people, and when they're pouring out their heartfelt words, how do I write about it? It's a quiet place, and the moon is up in the treetops, and they appear.

Here, maybe it's an orchard, maybe it's a field, in short, it's quiet,

After they talked for a while, I didn't care about them, just described them in detail: Yue'er is shy, and the mountain bag is dry, but this place is quiet.

The trees are very green and strong, although they are tall, they are very sensible, they are not noisy at all, and they also put blankets of the shadows of the trees on them, and happy people will forget the cold of the night.

The brook is gurgling, and the moon is getting brighter and brighter in the shallow play and low singing.

Yue'er climbed the high branch and saw that the apricot eyes were shining.

The sweet fruit is also condensing the nectar and making itself more juicy, and it looks like it's going to come in handy soon.

"Squeeze, squeeze!" the crickets kept handing over ideas, and the frogs blamed them for their troubles, jumping to disperse them.

The floating clouds are very interesting, and the farther and farther they retreat,

This qiē scene must appear far away from them, and it must be like this, and the stars are examples.

The sky is clean, and the mountains are bright. The trees are verdant and the flowers are shy.

The clouds can also be light, the grass can be soft, and the laughter blown by the wind is indispensable.

How quiet, but how warm and thick.

When the earth sleeps, the sun rests, and people fall asleep, the night is theirs, and the stars and moons wander in the clouds, and the flowers and plants are fragrant, and there are the fruits that bend the branches.

The most important thing is that the youth is theirs, they have enthusiasm and drive.

The future is on the other party's lips. The blueprint is in the eyes of the other party.

The most suffocating thing is the other party's heart, which is one's own.

This qiē must be written well, written long, and full of beating passion.

What is the melody of youth? It is to make words sing and dance.

The night is deeper, so it's hard to tell.

The scene of the pen turned to the pond, and the little fish saw them coming. They are dressed in clothes and walk in every way......

The blue waves are rippling, and everything that can shine is shining, all are hazy light, faint light. The whole silent world is accompanying them, accompanying them, Shanshan......

What's behind them? What do they leave behind? What do they know, what do they get from each other?

Is it relieved, is it intoxicated, is it confused, is it relieved?

Who are they?

Otherwise, why do they wander in such a scene for a long time, not knowing the chronological order of time?

On the afternoon of September 21, 1982, I wrote down the black notes given to me by my eldest brother.