Looking back, I have always been in a bleak place, but it is just like death and life. I gently flick my sleeves and sigh that my life has withered away, and I look back on my half-life as nothing but frost and mist. If I were allowed to take a look at the dusty secret scroll, maybe I would no longer be that old man. Unfortunately, time flies by, and the spring flowers and autumn moon are rare to see again. The raindrops beat my heart, and the peach blossoms I touch are no longer youthful. If you can, this book will take you into the rare winter and summer.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
