At that time, there were always girls folding lotus leaves into small boats, placing a candle on them, and scattering petals all over the river. Falling flowers are falling like snow, floating on the water, drifting with the current, trying to keep up with their boat.
The surface of the river was full of light, carrying gorgeous dream fires and their love.
The wind and waves disappeared, the prosperity withered, it was just a few decades ago, but it has hundreds of years of vicissitudes.
*This is a revised version of the old article "Li Ge" from a few years ago. The content has been added and the ending has been modified, but the style is still terrible and pretentious. Interested friends and BE short article lovers can retrieve the old article in the column