The willows are overcast, the drizzle is clear, the remaining flowers have fallen, and the wandering orioles can be seen.
The spring breeze blows the fragrant dream all night, and the dream chases the spring breeze to Luocheng. ——Wu Yuanheng's "Spring"
Our story has spanned the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the years. Looking back now, I think about the so-called misfortunes and blessings, which are so uncontrollable. In the end, they have to be attributed to the word fate. How to understand it thoroughly in the world of mortals.
Those ordinary memories can only be sighed and left after all. It seems that standing and staring for a long time is unbearable sadness.
Their respective lives were turned back to the beginning and converged at the same point.
Since then, they have been entangled with each other, but they have performed different life dramas.
At the beginning of the story, please go back to Bailing Mountain outside Hangzhou Prefecture many years ago, the Nineteenth Carved Tower in Zhenjiang Prefecture, Ying Tianjun in Jinling Prefecture...
There is also the big boss who hides his name and dominates the world...
Some people will become famous, some people will return to their hometowns, some people will fall short of their achievements, and some people will say goodbye to this world...
Each holds on to their initial grief, stands at the same turning point, and depicts different endings...
Regardless of the joys and sorrows, they are just a snapshot of life.