
About This Novel
"We sat at the same table for a month, and we were all different from you when we first met you. I didn't understand your true friendship, but the water in the bamboo basket was all in vain; the flowers bloomed and fell, and everyone remained the same, and the clouds spread and relaxed, so much worry. The sun and the moon pass by like a shuttle, and the beauty is still young and full of sorrow."
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