Do Not Betray the Eastern Hedge

The cold sun shines bleakly on the locked window. The parasol tree must resent last night's frost. When the wine is finished, I find the bitterness of tea even more welcome; when my dream is broken, the fragrance of aloeswood is all the more fitting. Autumn is over, yet the days still stretch long. Like Zhong Xuan longing for home, I feel even more forlorn. Better to drink my fill as fate allows, and not let the golden chrysanthemums by the eastern fence go unappreciated. Li Qingzhao, "Partridge Sky" This is about several people connected to one another, and the interwoven stories that unfold around them. What I want to write about is people. In essence, this is the story of a woman who spares no effort, crossing mountains and rivers and enduring every hardship to save another woman. But it's not GL! I wrote this when I was young. The writing is stiff, riddled with typos, and makes little sense. It's bad in every way, so read at your own risk. Theme: