Do you believe that character determines destiny?
Do you believe that every particle of dust that falls on an individual's head is like a mountain?
Do you believe that some efforts will never be rewarded?
Do you believe that the ending of some stories is already written at the beginning?
Suddenly I wanted to write about the love between two ordinary young people, and it was in a big era background. Their love was very small, and maybe no one cared about it, but it had its own value. The Republic of China period is an intriguing era. On the one hand, it is the epitome of China's century-old modern history of humiliation. On the other hand, it is also the historical stage in which China gradually sheds its feudal society and moves towards modern society. In that era, I believe there were many poignant stories, many of which may have been strangled in the cradle due to their country, their country, and the times. They may have struggled, hoping to escape this fate, but after all, personal power cannot resist the times. The so-called "betraying the whole world for you" has finally come to nothing. When I look back, it has been a hundred years. The mountains and rivers are still safe, but my old friend is no longer there.
Concept: It is not easy for an individual to be in the background of a big era