I remember the snow in Mobei.
I remember the lotus from the south.
I remember the mulberry picking festival in the imperial capital in spring.
However, what stayed with me the longest was the courtyard of Changle Palace in autumn. I lay in the corridor, lost in thought, and sat there all day long.
This is the life of a queen, showing you the story of a warm and lonely palace, a stable and turbulent imperial capital, and how happy and sad people live their lives.
Autumn is a complicated season that can be both joyful and sad.
There is a family living in the courtyard. Regardless of whether we love or hate, we are still a family.
Remember, small stories connected together make up a lifetime.