This year's Wangchuan was different from usual. There was a girl holding soup sitting by the Naihe Bridge. She looked around as if she was looking for someone. She held the soup and looked and waited for a long time. She looked at the "people" passing by and refused to let go of any of them. But she waited for a day, but only waited for Po Meng. Po Meng asked helplessly: Girl, who is your name? Who is waiting here? I raised my head and looked at Po Meng with confused eyes. My surname seems to be Yang and my first name is Yuhuan.
Intention: love, hate, love and hatred