Buddha said that only by looking back five hundred times can we get a chance to live in this life. If you want to cultivate and hold your hand for a hundred years, what kind of fate should it be?
That day, the sun was shining brightly, the spring breeze was warm, thousands of willow silks were swaying, and the handsome young man in the tall white horse and the best clothes looked attentively, looking for a little reddish color among the fresh green. He bent his bow and fired an arrow like a shooting star, and the bright red brocade robe slowly came down. From now on, it was supposed to be like a flower and a beautiful family, and the years passed by...
I have been in love with such a strange woman like Meng Lijun since I was very young. I have read many stories about her, including original works, adaptations, TV shows, and operas, and I always feel a little sad. I just want to write about the Meng Lijun in my mind. If my interpretation is different from yours, then just laugh it off or throw a brick. It will just let me know what the Meng Lijun in your mind is like. :)