The jianjia is green, and the memory of the snow becomes a sorrow.
The red candle dims the tent, and the missing person is half an inch thin;
The clear water is rippling, and there are still fragrant flowers filling the sleeves.
She is Shen Tongmei, a small company employee working hard in the 21st century. But it was a frightening night, a shocking lightning, and an ancient mirror that sent her back a thousand years ago to a country with no recorded history. She has nothing left, this so-called "female country" took away everything from her.
She was like a drowning person struggling desperately, hesitating, calculating her destiny and the world's affairs accurately, but alone, she could not calculate her own feelings.
It wasn't until the end that I looked back and realized that I was no longer a teenager.
For thousands of years, it would be better to be their beauty and their lifelong attachment.