The wind blows at the ferry every year, and the moon hangs over the Huai River every night.
Some people say that it takes seven years to forget someone.
But seven is a prime number. It cannot eliminate the past, it cannot eliminate thoughts, it reincarnates year after year, and there is no solution for life.
Seventeen-year-old Gu Shuhuai and Jiang Jindu once thought that walking side by side through the locust tree would lead to the end of time.
Later I learned that the wind in the midsummer that year blew away their seventeenth year, and also blew away all the worries of youth.
Intention: Time can pass through thousands of sails, but it is difficult to pass through the regrets of youth.