People say that a broken bridge will always break the heart, but a long bridge will not last forever.
Ten years after ten years, the long bridge has turned into a broken bridge
He stopped taking tasks and sat on the bridge waiting for him all day long. With wine in hand, he leaned on the pillar, just like he did that night. He still had his cloak, he had to give it back. There are still some things I want to ask him face to face.
Ask him if the sound of the bamboo flute is good, ask him if the "male" is "Nan", ask him if he still remembers "A Jiang", ask if what he said at that time still counts, ask him if he is stupid...
He had so many questions to ask him. But he didn't come.
He became a mystery among the people.
And I let future generations, children and grandchildren, pass on their secrets.
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