Limit of 500 words. During the third year of Jian'an, I was five years old and he was in his weakest years. He was already a handsome young man at that time, and I was just a child without teeth. In the thirteenth year of Jian'an, I was fifteen and he was thirty, and I had grown into a graceful young girl. When I looked back, I could not see that young man. In the eighteenth year of Jian'an, when I first came to Kyoto, I saw that young man. His appearance has long been blurred, standing high on the palace wall, and I worshiped him among thousands of people... For a long time, I don't know how many years it was in Jian'an, I sat in a teahouse and listened to the scholar tell the story of that man's legendary life, but it no longer had anything to do with me.