A story of youth with tears and laughter
Have you seen Heng?
If you see him, can you help me tell him that the wisteria we planted by ourselves has already bloomed all over the courtyard wall. . . . .
My name is Ziting. This is my mother's name. The shore is full of Zhitinglan, lush and green.
My mother said that she wanted me to become a lady with "a temperament as beautiful as an orchid, and a talent as fragrant as an immortal".
But I have never understood what "zhi" is.
Mother said, it is a kind of fragrant grass that grows by the water.
When you cross the river to pick hibiscus, there are fragrant grasses in the orchids. Who do you want to leave behind? Thoughts are far away.
My thoughts are far away... Heng, you are in such a far away place, do you know that the wisteria we planted by ourselves has already bloomed that year?