The flowers on the street were blooming, and the crabapple flowers were cold. After many years, he planted a tree of crabapples and murmured, It would be nice if you were still here. A meeting reveals the absurdity of the world, and the smoke spreads, shrouding the thousand-year-old city. Under the sky, can they each find their destiny? Can Chang'an, which is written on the acacia tree, be stable in this world?
Years later, he opened the yellowed scroll and saw the begonias blooming and falling outside the window for several seasons. Someone asked, Mr. Han, have you ever regretted it in your life?
Yes, I regret not being able to plant a crabapple tree for her.
