The yellowing sky in the capital often overlaps with the dusk in Jiangnan in my memory.
Mo Wangzhen spent the most important years of his life in Suhe Town.
There was her childhood, her youth, and her youth.
This is a story about nostalgia, but also a story about regret.
"No matter where you go, you should remember that the past is false, memories are an endless road, and all past springs cannot be restored. Even the most wild and tenacious love is, in the final analysis, nothing more than a fleeting reality, and only loneliness is eternal."
——Marquez