What am I waiting for? Looking at the scenery along the Cuojie River, the seasons change, spring passes and autumn comes, year after year. I vaguely remember a lonely and thin figure in the Qingdeng Ancient Temple, closing my eyes and reciting Sanskrit that I couldn't understand...
The peach blossoms withered and bloomed again. Among the fallen flowers, I saw a familiar figure, staggering towards me, and suddenly fainted at my feet. I turned him over carefully, wondering why the bloodless face was so familiar. I couldn't help but touch your face with trembling hands. At that moment, a sentence suddenly flashed through my heart that had been empty for a hundred years, are you back?