The ancients often used willow to symbolize parting. The past is gone, and the willow is still there. I always feel that living in such ancient times, it is very painful to have willow in your name. Do you have to recall the feeling of parting every time you think of your own name?
In eighty years, there are four Jiazi in three points.
One-third of us know each other, and even though we are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains high, we cannot stop looking at each other.
One-third is involved in the troubled world of the world, singing about human nature and covering his head with blood.
One-third wanders around the world, with swords on his back and wooden clogs on his feet.
Staying with each other for the last three minutes is not enough, it really is not enough.
The first time I wrote a literary work
Intent: The painful growth of love in troubled times, a struggle mentioned briefly in history books.