A Native of Yiye Township

The lily, green crane and Siyuan have a flower-like fate for two lifetimes, and their encounter by the lotus pond. The lights are bright, the bamboo stream is shining brightly, and the moon shines brightly. Time must not enter the path of youth. The cloud tops are drunk and ecstatic, and I watch the dusk under the shade of the trees. The sunset glows with the remaining leaves and branches, and the stars rise and the moon sets. Flowers pave the way, and yin and yang come across the water. I am willing to exchange half my life for peace, and I don't want the stars to fall all over the mountain. The bright moon buys wine and sings, and no one lives alone overnight! Hold on! Twenty-three years later, the shadow has not returned, and the golden hairpin is half-blooded. It's you I look back at, it's you who's reflected in the light. There is a kind of flower called Gypsophila, and its flower language is: My willing supporting role, I love you without telling everyone. I bring the stars in the sky to give to you, but people think the stars in the sky are not as good as you. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.