Peach Boy

Chang'an, which has been away for twenty-four years, is still bustling with people and horses, and it seems that neither departure nor arrival can arouse the slightest exclamation in it. The sweetheart is still the same, but the old friend is old. This was his only mood now. With a touch of uncertainty, he walked through the lane in his memory, but could not find the hometown in his memory. The trembling trembling of the wealthy family showed its unchallengable majesty in place, and the brand-new red paint and silver glaze showed the youthful years. He stood elusively outside the door for a long time, ignoring the strange look of the doorman in the compound, and finally chose to leave. After passing through the passage of time, he returned to the crowded road, his eyes blank.