Tears of farewell several times, a song of farewell to worldly love
A book of Shaohua's genealogy is traced carefully in beautiful small regular script, just like a woman's eyebrows, thin and thin, so long that they curl into the temples.
Gently brushing the thin dust that seems to be there or not, it is like a tear stain on the cheek, and it is so deeply engraved in the heart that the boundless red dust is filled.
These stories of them and them over the years.
Wait for me and tell you slowly.