That year, when she returned to the imperial capital, everything she thought and saw made her feel traumatized.
After countless joys and sorrows, they lost the courage of their youth and could not find their direction in the vast sea of people. The memories of childhood sweethearts are beautiful but out of reach. There is a past that they can't go back to, and behind those prosperous pasts that they can't go back to, there are thousands of words hidden, but only one is left -
Tingzhou is covered with reed leaves. Shallow currents in the cold sand zone. Twenty years later, I passed the South Tower again. The boat under the willow tree is still not stable, but it will last for a few days, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is here again. The yellow crane cuts off the head of the rock. Is the old friend here today? The old country is full of new worries. I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turned out not to be like a young man traveling.