The inkstone determines the floating life, and the tide welcomes all joys
Yu An's years, Li will accompany Yong'an
"Jiangnan is so beautiful on a rainy day. I watched her passing by with a basket on her back. The sunshine on her face filtered through the rain and fog. She put lotus leaves on her head and the basket and left in a hurry."
Later, I was stunned in the rain, frozen, and fell ill. I met her again.
"Miss, let me feel your pulse. Don't worry, it won't hurt."
"Little doctor, can you relieve my knot?"
"Miss Yan, what does this mean?"
"Didn't you ask the little doctor Gao's name?"
"If your surname is Yu, your given name is Li, which is not worth mentioning."
Good name...
"After recovering, I saw Miss Yan, gently lifting her jade wrist, and writing in the center. She said nothing, only focusing on the pen and ink on the paper, her eyebrows were gentle, and her expression was quiet and elegant. Each stroke was cultivated over the years, hidden in the atmosphere of the book, and fell on the rice paper. I could only see the words on the paper, 'One inkstone, rain from the south of the Yangtze River, one drop of the old heart's heart.'"
"The inkstone is clear and the tide is quiet and elegant, and the fragrance is full of fragrance and the medicine is abundant."
Concept: ancient times
