He will always remember the beautiful Jiangnan that year, and the profound brows and eyes of the young man in green when he stood under the flower tree and smiled casually, as if the prosperity of the ages were gathered in his eyes. Wearing a green shirt, he matched his pride that was so pure that it cut off the hustle and bustle of the world - everything was as clear as engraved in his heart.
He also remembered lying in the cabin and watching, watching the flowing wind rush into the young man's moon-white sleeves, forming elegant wrinkles like water. The reeds extend deeply along both sides of the lake, and the vast whiteness seems to connect to the edge of the sky. And he secretly promised in his heart that he would give this man a pure world.
Do you still remember the place where water and sky meet deep inside the reed flowers?
————————Help this is a hypocritical thing written in 2010. . .