I traveled to Jiangnan
The face waiting in the season is like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers
If the east wind does not come, will the catkins in March not fly?
Is your heart like a small lonely city?
Just like the bluestone street facing the evening?
The tillers are silent, the spring curtain of March is not lifted
The little window in your heart is tightly closed
My dada's horseshoes are beautiful mistakes? Me
Not a returnee, but a passerby...
——Zheng Chouyu's "Error"
From the time they met when they were young to the reunion at the age of twenty-three, Liuxu has always remembered one person but never fell in love with him, because she knew that he was not the lover she wanted in her heart. But why did she have to go through 250 million boys in her life, and even tried to hold the hands of some of them, but she still felt regretful and lonely. She had decided from the beginning that she would never fall in love with that person. Why did she have to choose him? What year, what year, it turns out that the direction that the rootless catkins will fly to at the end of March has always been what year.