For Harbin, there is always an inexplicable goodwill. is like a book, if you browse it again, it will inevitably lose its freshness. But going to Harbin again, but still full of expectations. Along the old route, through the bustling crowd, went straight to the stage where the heart was thinking, the same place, but the people at that time never appeared again. Unconsciously passed a spring and autumn, once swayed the rhythm of the heartstrings, and now silently bid farewell to the night wind. Because of the intersection of the edge, the reality is to the left, the dream is to the right, and I will still carry the weight.