From that day on, whenever I read Li Bai's poems and see Li Bai's name,
Even when I hear the word Li Bai mentioned by others, my tears will fall out of control.
What's even weirder is that when I cry, the same picture appears in front of my eyes
——White shadow, desert, tree hole.
Later I found out that the figure on the back was Li Bai.
He walked through that door the day I died in my first life.
Waited for me for thirteen hundred years.
Wait until the soul is about to disintegrate into water and soil, and wait until the nails are worn out on the door panel,
Wait until the entire river's stones are engraved with poems.
And I, this time, want to push open that door.
Intention: Love to the extreme is three lives, and it is persistence and trust.