Beside the Sangjiang River, there is Zizhou City, one in the south and one in the north.
An accidental encounter leads to a lifetime of lovesickness and bonding.
A pot of osmanthus wine and a box of twelve-flavored mooncakes. Under the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, one person leaned on the other's shoulder and watched the Sangjiang water flowing slowly under his feet, like a curtain.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
I don't know who the bamboo horse is waiting for, but I see snow falling outside Zizhou City.
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