Listening to the long and clear songs on the Su embankment, the spring boats docked on both sides, and suddenly I heard someone sighing that it was difficult to travel. The moment I turned around, I saw his eyes. Reflecting the string of tassels on the lake embankment, his eyebrows were like half-moons, his smile was lazy, and the sun was flowing on his temples. At that time, she had first learned about the word love and he had already drank the warmth and warmth of the world. It was like a firework flying up. She stayed in place and forgot about her age. Whose boat was docking at the lakeside back then. She murmured softly. She looked up and saw him standing by the embankment. His smile was still lazy. Her eyes were full of tears at this moment, knowing that it was too late in her life. Her eyes met each other, and the past was etched in her eyebrows. When we saw each other, she still remembered the ignorance and intoxication of her youth. Even though she was old, she remembered who she had loved before. There was an aftertaste like the fragrance of tea in the lamp. Love was hard to catch up. She turned the back of the chair in time. Have a drink with him in the missed years. The long steps were mottled. Remember who you still love. Relive what you have engraved in the years.