When you open this yellowed book, you fall into a dream that spans thousands of years.
How many boudoir dreams have been shattered by Chang'an's dusk drum? How many unsaid thoughts are hidden in the apricot blossom rain in Jiangnan? The shuo wind at the border is carrying the light of the sword, but it is also carrying the unquenchable spark in a certain pair of eyes.
Every story is a wine brewed by time. The first taste is the lingering romance, the second taste is the desolation of the world, and in the end there is only one sentence "So that's how it is" - it turns out that love, hate, anger and ignorance are never old or new, and it turns out that in everyone's heart, there is a past that refuses to fade away.
When you close the book, the moonlight outside the window may be shining on someone similar to the person in the story. After all, the moonlight a thousand years ago was no different from the moonlight tonight.
