That touch of tenderness lingers in the old days
The image of the fragrant clothes and temples is sealed in the light and shadow of memory
Lingering over and over again, drinking lightly and unforgettable
But it's hard to predict. Looking back again
Fangzong Yaoyao
The spring breeze leaves only the fragrance of peach blossoms
Ps We are also talented in literature and art, and have never dared to write about the Republic of China. This time, I couldn't help but want to write about the stories in my heart, for those who were unfamiliar and familiar with those distant times. If the judges think of a suitable character, don't think too much about it, it's just YYO(∩_∩)O~