(This article is a step-by-step article, so don't get into it if you don't like it. But those who can read this article can be considered very patient. It is still an article for self-entertainment.)
An ownerless diary found at a flea market.
A mysterious boy encountered by chance in West Lake.
In the small village in the south of the Yangtze River, the tombstone by the pool...
There is too much that cannot be explained in all of this.
Everyone has his own story. When this story becomes history, we can only reminisce about the past.
The war is raging, and the tragedy of troubled times. When we recall that unbearable past, I wonder who else will remember that period of history that has been lost to the torrent of time?
She looked at his back as he left resolutely, and slowly read out a farewell poem:
You are the cloud in the sky.
I am Mei Zaidi.
Clouds are in the sky and plum blossoms are on the ground.
Although we meet in this life, we will hardly meet in the next life.
Although we say goodbye in this life, we will remember each other in the next life.
Where the blue clouds fall and the snow falls, I don't know what Mei Mei is thinking.
The dark fragrance of plum blossoms rises with the wind, chasing the clouds...
Intention: