I walked through the picturesque mountains and rivers of Jingtang, and stepped onto the border with the rustling wind. In the streets and alleys, in big cities and small towns, I still remember who hugged me with crimson cheeks under the peach blossom tree, and who said goodbye with a pale face beside the weeping willows.
They are all the protagonists in the story, and I will tilt my head to the side to watch the separation of life and death. It turns out that the whole world is just a big chapter composed of small people...