From a lady from the south of the Yangtze River to a wandering orphan, she has met many people in her life: righteous chivalrous women, loving elders, close sisters, and the handsome young man who once asked her to give her all her sincerity. They were like gleaming fragments, piecing together what she thought was perfection.
However, fate is like the autumn wind, blowing away the glitz. Best friends are separated, benefactors have passed away, and even those who have promised eachother only like themselves because of their power.
When the hustle and bustle has dissipated, stand alone in the late autumn courtyard and watch the fallen leaves flying. She had a lot and lost a lot. She finally tasted all the different things in this world, the warmth and coldness of human relationships.
After knowing all the joys and sorrows, the turbulent waves in my heart finally returned to a desolate calm. It turns out that the most difficult thing in life is not to meet, but to learn to live with the lonely autumn wind after seeing through the impermanence of gathering and separation. In the end, only oneself is left, but one has also fulfilled himself.
Ps. There is an emotional line, but it only disappears in the early, middle and late stages. It's just Zhazha's reflection. If you don't like it, you can leave.
