The people dispersed, but the wind still blew, blowing through spring and summer, blowing through autumn and winter, blowing year after year, the growth rings of the sycamore tree increased, and the leaves fell and grew again.
Five years ago, I sent Shen Ci away under this sycamore tree. I wish you well.
Five years later, Gu An was sent away again. Why did you go to An?
Purpose: Original delay is not guilty, loving is not guilty