[Slow heat | Ancient BE | Memories and narratives of old age | Court intrigues, tragedy of the times, no HE] The midday sun shines on the people on the wicker chairs, swaying slowly as if they are telling their own stories. The arrival of the children from afar brought a hint of the dryness of the hot summer, and also brought a change to the ordinary day.
The acquaintance of young people gave them the confidence to fall in love later. Being together in Huaicheng brought him memories for the rest of his life, but the news of his death left him alone for the rest of his life. The childish curiosity and inquiry brought a little stir to the sealed memories, and he slowly told the story that should have been sealed...
The setting sun, the childish return. Everything seemed to have never changed, as if the days were still ordinary, and the story had never been told. The clouds in the sky turned into the shape of his lover at this moment. He followed the clouds that looked like his lover and walked to the place he passed by every day. Nothing seemed to have changed, but he knew that his lover was coming to pick him up. Together they walked towards the end that belonged to them...
Purpose: In the face of the interests of the family and the country, personal feelings are just a wisp of dust in the vastness of heaven and earth.