The four seasons of a city change, from spring to autumn, to summer to midwinter. Every scene is different and there is a new feeling every time.
On the banks of the Qinhuai River, outside Jiming Temple, there are beautiful and sincere faces in the countless peaceful and peaceful days that have flown by. Sweet-scented osmanthus and taro seedlings, Xiaolong soup dumplings, and the murmuring sounds in the food stalls have never been erased.
The city that makes people miss, the gentle people and the jade-like scenery that cannot be forgotten, quiet the depths of the soul.
May the quiet years precipitate our love and longing.
——Dedicated to Nanjing, dedicated to the sincerity that remains in my heart