"Am I dead after all, or am I still alive?" I can't see through the two pools of autumn water, and I can't see the cool autumn day. Yu Shu never thinks that he is a lucky person, he is a trivial person, he is the last broken flower in spring. There was nothing in his heart, only a manuscript given to him by Wang Minghe, and only the pages full of elm leaves swaying in his heart.
Intention: First sight in life, the wind and scenery are bright