My memories with him are like the misty rainy south of the Yangtze River in ink painting, with small bridges and flowing water, people passing by, and a light boat passing by. I held on to my umbrella and watched with him the hazy weeping willow embankment in the rain - Ye tide
We walked slowly on the bluestone streets, leaving unforgettable memories in that season. My whole life seems to be in your one look back, and I know from now on that this is the pursuit of this life - Han Yao