In June in Jiangnan, it is always rainy.
Following the marks on the bluestone slabs, we reached the end, where we found a small, dilapidated courtyard standing alone in the rain, with wild chrysanthemums and vines growing wildly at the door. Half a century has passed, and time is indeed a ruthless knife. In the days and nights, everything is slowly engraved with vicissitudes of life.
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