The sound of horse hooves on the bluestone gradually faded away. Who used a vague stroke to bury the memories in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River...——Inscription
Jiangnan finally showed its rainy side. The rain was falling and the mist was thick, adding a little liveliness to Tongling, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. It's cold on the pillow, it's raining outside the window, and the grass steps are dripping with cold dew. When Yan returns to Nanpu, he likes the moist mud. Who knows that spring will come again in the south of the Yangtze River.