The rain in the south of the Yangtze River has been falling for ten years, but it has not been able to wash away the coldness of the four words "Beloved Wife is Happy" on the stone tablet of the General's Mansion.
She was once the most beautiful daughter of the Shen family. She tied up her long hair for him, put on a military uniform, chased the wind and sand in Mobei, and held her sincerity in front of him. At that time, Jingtang was a young general wearing armor on the battlefield. It was the promise in her letter that "we will enjoy Jiangnan Spring together when I return."
A well-planned conspiracy kept her in that bloody dusk forever, becoming a pain that he dared not touch. He thought that time could heal everything, but every season when the crabapple flowers bloomed, he lost sight of the empty courtyard.
He guarded the country thousands of miles away, and also guarded the only thought she had left - a young man with features and eyes similar to hers. He imitated her appearance, combing his children's hair, and making her favorite desserts, but at a certain moment, he was stung by the red dress in his memory.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is still falling, and the peach blossoms in the General's Mansion have bloomed and faded. He stood in front of her grave, holding in his hand the hosta that she had not had time to put on, and said softly: "Xiaoyao, Jiangnan Chunshen, I'll look at it for you."
The most painful thing in this world is never the separation between life and death, but that while I am alive, I can no longer find any traces related to you. I can only live with you in my memories year after year.
Intent: When disguises and calculations wrap up people's hearts, only frankness that takes off the armor can truly withstand the wind and frost of time.