Listening to the Spring Rain in the Small Building All Night

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. This kind of poem always reminds people of the rainy and mist-shrouded water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the young man with a sword walking slowly on the slightly wet bluestone road... Perhaps every girl has thought about the vast desert in the north of the Great Wall, the red willows in the south of the Yangtze River, the fireworks and wealth in the imperial capital, the flowing families in the small town, the graceful girls, the handsome boys... In short, this poem gave me this story, which slowly invaded my thoughts like emerging from water, so I chose to write it down with a pen. Please don't mind, this is a very simple story, a fifteen-year-old boy, an unknown hatred of genocide... This is also a clichéd story, but I hope you will continue to read it. Conception: