The years are together, mixed with the river water, flowing back and forth.
The harvested Lun pole falls and shines red, and the autumn wind turns to rong.
The people are light and the water is misty, blowing into the reed flowers.
When she was fifteen years old, she once said: "If you want to be the final winner, then please become a conspirator first, so that the world can be strategized in your hands." She did not want to be ambitious, nor was she willing to be trapped. She just wanted to spend the rest of her life admiring the moon and eating with her favorite person.
In the end, the beautiful dream and the beautiful relationship finally came together. No matter how painful it was, now he hugged her to sleep and stayed with her. Before going to bed, he sent a poem: "A pair of people from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two places of ecstasy."