"Qingqing Zijin is in my heart. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not inherit the sound?"
Qingqingzi wears it, and I think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?
Picking up and reaching, it's in the city gate. Not seeing him for one day is like missing him for three months. "("The Book of Songs·Zi Jin")
On the full fifteenth day of the month, under the Bodhisattva of Jialan Temple, a woman in white quietly recited the ancient Book of Songs. This kind of waiting, just like today's moonlight, has always existed. But in the huge Jialan Temple, only the lush bodhi trees and the waiting hearts are left. Where is the old friend? Where is Zijin? The woman sighed quietly, turned and left.