Qujing Prefecture came to Qingluo Mountain to pay homage to his wife every year after her death.
This year is a bit special, it is the two hundredth year since my wife died.
In the hazy mist, he seemed to see his wife Aqiu again.
Maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's true.
She was extremely happy and had a bright smile.
That would be great.
He is also very happy.
If the writing is immature, it will undergo major changes.
Purpose: Happiness must be striven for by oneself