Flowers Fade and Let the River Flow

Going to Kyoto in the snow and returning to this prosperous hometown, I feel a special feeling in my heart. Looking back on the first half of my life, I can only sigh and feel endless sadness. I walked on the snow-covered road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, gently shaking off the snow that fell on my body. With my head full of white hair, I looked up at the gray-white sky. My name is Jiang Chuan, and my story begins on that same snowy day 40 years ago... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.