Many years later, Baili Lingjun still remembered the boy in white standing under the peach tree.
Years have passed, and many images in my memory have long since turned gray, but the scene from that day has always remained vivid.
When I was a young man with bright clothes and an angry horse, I also rode the spring breeze with a silver saddle and a white horse. But now I say: The old travel season was so beautiful, and the heartbroken people have been away for many years.