Time flies, ruthlessly wasting the passers-by. Just like a splash of ink on the Jiangnan landscape, what is painted is an unforgettable memory that will never be forgotten in this life, and what is drawn is full of melancholy and wishful thinking. We always get confused in the comings and goings, mistaking stubbornness for affection. After the mess is over, we look back and realize that we have forgotten the meaning of persistence in the first place.