Five years ago, it was she who gave him this letter; five years later, it was she who took it out of the frame that had been sealed for many years and handed it to him. History is always so similar, but there is no magic in time. Because time can cause similar histories to create essential opposition.
He likes to be enveloped in pieces by the glorious night, and likes to fantasize about the Jiangnan that has lingered in his dreams for many years but has never been seen. In an unknown place in the south of the Yangtze River, beside a small bridge and stream, there is a blue brick, red tile, and glazed door. The door knocker is patted gently, and the door slowly opens. A woman in white smiles sweetly, and this dream makes me drunk.
She didn't know where the next breakthrough would be. She was like a rabbit that had lost its direction, running wildly alone in the dark woods. When she was tired, she didn't dare to rest, for fear that the beasts around her would swallow him up; when she was sleepy, she didn't dare to sleep, as if she could only catch up to her target by running all the way.
For love, you can give up everything and jump off the cliff at your own pace, saying that this is youth and passion. Whenever you encounter some difficulties in life, you will immediately rise to the deep understanding of human nature. The vigorous love and affection in the past suddenly fell to pieces. It seemed that it was always an afterthought, and it seemed that it was always right.