In my heart, Rong Ruo is colorful. He is as noble, ethereal and elegant as an orchid. However, his beauty is not just the soul that exists in the poems. In my heart, he is the son of flesh and blood, with love and hate. Whenever I lean on the railing alone, watching one image after another, reading one poem after another, I often think about them in that era, that kind of life, that kind of youth.
The three most beautiful things in the world: words, music and old times.
Immerse yourself in it and feel warm in your heart.