This is a story about my sister.
It was just a midsummer afternoon, and even the chirping of the cicadas was old. He suddenly ran a few steps quickly, stood on the top of the mountain, turned around and shouted to his sister: "This world is mine, and you will be mine too. When the asparagus grows red next year, I will come to marry you!"
Later, my sister was sitting on the wedding chariot and saw the carriage of the deposed prince passing by the Meridian Gate. She stretched out her hand, but she only caught the reflection of a handful of red-leafed golden nails.
The long palace life buries all life within the red walls of the Forbidden City. One day, he really became the emperor and attacked our country with his sister's ashes in his arms. The familiar sound of chanting came from the nunnery again. He closed his eyes and suddenly remembered her laughter as clear as silver bells that day: "I don't believe it!"
——I will build many, many temples, for you and for the people of the world, until the day you are willing to see me again.
——I will pray for the emperor's blessing and safety. Your Majesty, come back quickly.
The love between them is waiting for a short-lived reunion.