Well, a short novel written a long time ago.
That was after listening to Xue Zhiqian's "Yellow Maple Leaf".
Suddenly I burst into tears.
Very uncomfortable and depressing.
Then I wrote this article.
Standing in front of Naihe Bridge, holding Meng Po Soup in one hand and holding the red maple leaf tightly in the other, watching it break into pieces little by little.
What floats away is gone.
Meng Po forgot the soup and all the past events.
Madam, I wish I could take one more look at you before drinking it.
Wife, please forgive me, I love you.
Raising his hands and looking up, the soup has entered his mouth.
Conception: