There is no summer that can compare to the height of summer that year, even the song of cicadas, pedestrians, and stories never belong to that summer. Traveling on the river, the summer in the mountain city that year, is no different from the memory. Wading in the Jialing River, the sound of the water is noisy, as if it is answering the conversation of the pedestrians on the boat.
Sincerely, on the last day of August that year, he said, "I have seen the most colorful sea of stars in Nanjing, and I have heard the most sincere cry, as if everyone accompanied me to have a grand dream, and I didn't want to wake up." To this day, Nanjing's streamer is as clearly visible in our memories as it was yesterday, and we all eagerly reached out to grab it, as if as long as the ribbon did not fall to the ground, we could stay in that dream without waking up. "There is no summer like this year" Wang Yuan took this as the title and created the first documentary to celebrate its fourth anniversary, and that dream was also included. After bidding farewell to the concert, Wang Yuan embarked on a study abroad trip, and he mentioned in the concert scene that he was both excited and a little nervous in the face of everything in the future, but that was already Wang Yuan's state of mind four years ago, and today he faces all this, just like the "passing" driver's license test in the documentary.
A huge strange city, so empty that there is only one lamp and a bed, and it seems that it is not in the same channel as the bright window. Curled up in a corner, contemplating the present and the future. Lying on the lawn and enjoying the strong ** atmosphere, I think, this is the reward of jet lag. He likened the "idol" to a sniper, "a sniper, if you hit the target successfully, no one will praise you, this is what you should do, if you don't hit, then people will think it's your mistake". This is Wang Yuan's thoughts on riding on a muddy uphill road that summer.
Standing on the deck on the other side of the ocean, the figure of the crane, pulling the hemp rope to let the sails rise, the ship forward, maybe that is the distance you yearn for, let the blazing heat remain in that incomparable summer.
Author: Green Balloon on Senro.