You at the same table, your brother sleeping in the upper bunk, childhood, university study room, outside the window, olive trees, fields of hope, little girls picking mushrooms, youth dance music, listening to my mother's past stories, campus mornings, orchids and flowers, snails and yellow flowers. Grandma's Penghu Bay, grassland, surfing, I am a girl, a middle school student, a wish, a song of seven sons. Whenever I walk past the teacher's window, the little girl under the street lamp catches Misgurnus, the campus path, camel bells and dances. I have you, friends, love, the moon represents my heart, Populus alba, take a deep breath, love song 1990, which makes the world full of love and white clothes fluttering, but in my heart, glass and unnamed lake are famous.