Xiaoxiao Dusk Rain Washes the Autumn

A wisp of breeze blew the long white clouds, floating up and down in the clear sky. In an inadvertent moment, I don't know whose city I fell into again. It is said that because of one person, we all fall in love with a city without hesitation. I walked faintly through the long river of passing years, leaving behind the mottled spots of the years. When the flowers on the other side are fading, whose story is falling apart? Singing the silent song of time, we have passed through the distance between familiarity and unfamiliarity, singing the wind song gradually away, filling every moment of time, alienating the slowly withering river of time... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.