Mingxiao is sentimental and hurts when parting, but there is a smile in every memory.
The rain comes late in the evening, and I can't sleep while leaning against the red railing.
The smoke curls up into the Buddhist pagoda, and thousands of sad faces dye the Sanskrit sounds.
The green waves, red brocade, and sky are as old as before, and only one person is left to listen to the rain.
One was stunningly beautiful, the other restrained and deep. She lowered her eyes and played the song "Nian Qing" again with her bare hands, tears welling up in her eyes...
The grievances of the family, the love between children, in the end who is the husband of her life...
He gave her osmanthus leaves, but he never said he loved her. When he came back from his dream in the middle of the night, he wondered if he still remembered the woman who smiled like a flower to him. But he didn't know that when he gave her maple leaves, the roots of love had already been planted, deep green, and deep affection...