The passing of spring and autumn over the past few years seemed like a big dream for him. In the dream, his sleeves were full of fallen flowers. In the dream, he was freehand and romantic. In the dream, he traveled all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, but he didn't see the girl in a green shirt and red skirt. The apricot blossoms were drizzled and the sun was shining. She smiled with curved eyebrows.