From the eighth year of Yongchang to the seventy-fifth year of Yongchang, they brewed sixty-four jars of apricot flower wine in a small courtyard. The apricot blossoms bloomed and withered, and bloomed again after withering. The two red carp tails turned into jade pendants at the bottom of the tank, and the white hair spread from the temples to the pillow.
In the last year, Xie Mingzhang was one hundred and five years old.
He sent him away.
He said: "You go first. I will see you off. Then I will wait for you at the ferry. If you don't come, I won't leave."
Three thousand years later, a tomb for two people was unearthed in Luoyang. Two white skeletons lie facing each other, their limbs overlapped, and they share the same heart.
The murals in the tomb are filled with their lives——
First encounter under the ginkgo tree, reunion by the Yellow River, three hundred years of waiting in the forbidden secret room, one hundred thousand names in the Palace of Rebirth, sixty-four jars of apricot blossom wine in the small courtyard...
The last mural is the ferry.
A long-bright lamp, lit alone.
There is a line of words engraved on the lamp holder:
"In the first year of Yongchang, it's the ninth day of March. It's sunny. Senior brother taught me to recite the first sound of 'Tao'.
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