From preface
This is a love that happened in college, lasting more than ten years, between an adult man and a woman, separated by two marriages. It is impossible to be earth-shattering in their actions, but they can be wanton in their hearts.
Youth has regrets, and the love they missed is just the scenery on the other side. They want to wade through the water, but there is no way to find it in this life.
Love in the mortal world is a marriage of daily necessities. It describes a love, not for the sake of love, but to redeem the sanctity of love within the shackles of marriage.
Just like this ivory tower that is not mixed with the hustle and bustle of the world, in the eyes of the world, its tangible majesty blocks its inner nobility. When the nobility has been ignored or even evaporated for a long time, the ivory tower gradually misunderstands itself in the misunderstanding of others, just like the wasting away of love in marriage. This is the fatal sadness. University, is it still our ivory tower? The spiritual derailment of universities is just like the emotional derailment of human beings. It makes people think deeply, what do we love? What's wrong?
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In the prosperous land of the south of the Yangtze River, where merchants gather, and where silk production and sales are important, there is a story of family grudges and a song of love and separation, with a sound like cracked silk and a broken heart.
The woman in the article is gentle on the outside and flexible on the inside. She is as fresh and bright as silk, but also as tough and long as silk.
The man in the article is bright on the outside and thoughtful on the inside. He is as smooth and dazzling as silk, but also as clear and distant as silk.
A beautiful shadow, a few strands of love, as if they are far away, as dark as if they are bright; a past event, a few songs of joy and sorrow, such deep feelings and endless hatred.
The clouds rise from the green screen, originating from Wuxing, admiring Taihu Lake, and singing and weeping about Suzhou. He returns to his old place every year, but ends up in the world of mortals by mistake.
I just lamented that the bright moon was there at that time, and it should not shine on the Qi Tower.
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