Huaizhou Qingmeiyu

"Brother Yuan, it's raining again in Huaizhou..." An old saying, a new rain, tells the story of the fate of a noble son and a poor scholar who have been separated for ten years. The love affair in Yuxiang where arrogance and tenderness are intertwined is started by the green plum rain, bonded with silver ingots, and ended with beads on the cracks. "Brother Yuan, the plums are ripe..." The attachment that has been hidden for twenty years has turned into the hidden words of the New Deal and the residual rain in the empty house, and the sour green plum has turned into a psalm of regret. From now on, every rainy day, I miss my old friend... I see all living beings as grass and trees, but I see you as a green mountain. The green hills have remained green for many years, but you are still as green as you were then.