Langtaosha
Small greens and long reds. Dew pistil smoke bush. Flowers bloom and fall in the same way as in the past. I just hate that when we join hands in front of flowers, the past becomes empty.
The mountains are far away and the rivers are heavy. A smile is rare. Has been fighting for a long time in separation. The frost on the temples knows that he will go away from now on, and there will be several spring breezes.
——Yan Jidao
A happy and joyful event makes the past come to nothing. Changhong understands that her old friend is no longer with her, but she can't let go. Changqing's ghost marriage can be regarded as fulfilling her dusty wish, and she has no regrets. Just staring at the name on the soul tablet every night, I would always be stunned for a long time. Willow and Sang... Liu and Sang... First met in March in spring, the willows by the lake, the red flowers reflecting the sun... Are still vivid in my mind. Just like not thanking Changhong, Liu Changqing remains the same.