That year when we called the fish pond, we coincidentally wrote down the same name.
Everyone in the world thinks this is a perfect match made in heaven.
She studied hard with me while I was still young, and helped me distinguish between loyal and traitorous people behind the scenes.
I thought they could be together for a lifetime, but the beauty was unlucky, and she passed away at the age of twenty-seven.
My official career has been ups and downs, and I have experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Ten years later, I saw her dressing up in a drunken dream on a cold night in Mizhou. We looked at each other speechlessly and shed thousands of tears.
After waking up from the dream, I wrote "Jiangchengzi".
A spare dream is sad.
Intention: Deep thoughts across time and space
