"Mr. Su, if you sit in a high position too long, you're liable to fall."
"Who do you think you are? You're just a pitiful abandoned wretch!"
"Zixi, let's go north to see the snow next year."
"Okay."
The intertwined branches in the Song of Everlasting Sorrow, the red beans gathered in poems of longing.
When this song ends, how many loves and hatreds will have vanished like smoke?
How much bitterness can a single poem hold?
With poetry as my pen, Su Zixi, where will you go from here...
"Zixi, in this life, this is where we part. The road ahead is long, so take care."
"Okay."
Light shines into the darkness. If it does nothing, it is guilty...
Theme: There is a story and a person in my heart, and I want to bring him to life.
