Of all the things in the world, I have three loves: the sun, the moon and you.
The spring breeze is ten miles away for the first time, and the mountains are long and the water is wide. My blessings are as before, and I hope you can follow your heart.
Even though the sun, stars and moon have become cold, and the mountains, grass and trees have all faded away, the dim light of the incense burner is still burning warmly at the beginning of memory, in every visible and unknown corner.
I hope you will like the short story of Song Yilin and Lu Zhusheng.
"-Do you remember me?
—Remember.
—Do you like me?
-Like it.
—Together, right?
—Okay. "