Cherry Blossoms in the Rain in Chang'an

After writing the last word of "Cherry Rain in Chang'an", it happened to rain outside the window, much like the night rain wrapped in cherry blossoms at the Suzaku Bridge at the beginning of the story. This story has been in my mind for a long time. What I want to write about is this group of people - they sit in a quiet restoration room, racing against time with tweezers and brushes, guarding the silent voices in those yellowed pages. Nuoyi took a detour, hit the south wall in the noisy world of traffic, and finally returned to the ancient books. Her return is not a retreat, but an active choice after seeing clearly what is more important. Cherry blossoms bloom every year, but ancient books can't wait too long. I would like to dedicate this document to all those who protect civilization in loneliness. You are the bridge connecting the past and the future. May every piece of history be treated with tenderness.

The cherry rain in Chang'an is very beautiful, and the hustle and bustle outside the window gradually fades away.