As the saying goes, once you look at a charming city, then you look at a charming country.
In a clear dream, there was a young master in white clothes, who was rich and handsome. A beautiful woman in a red dress captivates a country and a city.
I still remember that in Chang'an, I don't know how many petals the peach blossoms fell. Under the tree he said: I wish to grow old together with you.
In the drizzle of early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, oil-paper umbrellas filled the sky with nostalgia. In the rain, she said: May the years be quiet and peaceful.
Thousands of miles apart, we can't separate our lingering thoughts.
The secular world hinders the lovers' vows.
Talking about mulberry and hemp together, cutting candles from the west window, is this just nostalgia?
Is it just a wish to hold your hand and live forever?