"The living know that he is dead, but still deceive themselves,
He is still alive and well in a corner. "
She counted the sixty-fifth year since his death.
In the cold rainy night of late autumn, she saw the spring in Jinling, and the people in the spring slowly extended their hands to her,
Ask her if she wants to return?
In the old year, the old friends remained intact, walking through the apricot clouds and pear rain, the spring feeling was strong,
But she couldn't reach the entrance of the alley and saw her white head.
Ps: 1. During the Republic of China, this article is neither v nor long. It is updated as the occasion demands. It is just an addiction to the tragedies of colorful characters of the times. 2. The background of this story is as rigorous as possible. If there are any mistakes, angels are welcome to come and correct them~
