During the Qing Dynasty, an imperial edict divided Jiangnan into two halves.
One stayed in Jiangbei and was named Anhui. One went to Jiangnan and was named Jiangsu.
Since then, we have faced each other across the river, and each has gone through more than a hundred years of ups and downs.
When the flood came, Anhui opened its own floodgates, flooding fertile farmland, destroying villages, and carrying everything for the downstream.
Some people scolded her, saying that the flood discharge area should have released flood water.
But without her, you are nothing.
Later, the high-speed rail was opened, and it didn't take long to get from Hefei to Nanjing.
I took the first train from Jiangsu, took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Suzhou, stood in the wind of Anqing, and said softly:
"I'm coming."
Anhui smiled and drank a cup of Huangshan Maofeng.
The tea was still hot and the person hadn't gone far.
They were once one person. Later they became two people. But mountains and rivers meet each other, and Jiangnan never really separates.
——To the Jiangnan Twins
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