The scent of Guilin is fragrant, the rain falls on the lotus pond, the boat is swaying, and the tiny osmanthus trees on the ground are knocked down by the wind and rain, as if they are covered with a soft layer of gauze. The looming moisture is a gift of nature, a glimpse of reality behind the curtain of ethereal beauty. I always remember that the morning light was beautiful that day, the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant, and what came into view was the uniqueness of the greenery. It was so pleasing to the eye that it was hard to turn away. The lotus breeze was slightly cool, and the man was dressed in white clothes, fluttering in the wind. He slightly raised his head, turned sideways, and put one hand behind his back. He had an extraordinary bearing and looked like an immortal. The only place to find liberation is in front of gods and Buddhas, among mountains and rivers.
Purpose: The daughter of a medical historian, her lifelong ideal lies in the mountains and rivers. An unexpected encounter made her fascinated by the young mind. It's a pity that even a young man with great ambitions can't resist the desire for fame and fortune and makes sacrifices for it. This makes her gradually recognize the reality, regain her original intention, and meet someone more suitable for her. Time passed by, and she was relieved of the high-spirited young man in her memory. Neither of them was wrong, they were just two completely different choices.