"In the evening rain, green clouds perch on the steep west, and the Lianjiang River weeps with dew and leans against it. This night, when the sound of the flute is lingering, I invite you to drink wine and save your friendship." This is an untitled poem written today, and the names of the protagonists are all here.
I have been thinking about this story for a long time. Every time I think about it, I feel like I am in a bamboo forest with falling rain, like I am wandering in an autumn night with white dew across the river.
In 2017, I came to Lanxi. I like Lanxin Society and Lanyin Middle School here, just because their names are very nice, so I quoted Li Bai's "For Grass as Orchid" as the name of the novel. I hope that my character and I can grow into an extraordinary ordinary person.
I mustered up the courage to tell the story. I only hope that you will return with joy.