Shi Wen: I have liked someone for ten years.
There are day and night, and the sky is divided into four seasons.
In ten years, the sun rises 3,650 times and the moon sets 3,650 times.
In spring, I wait for you under the morning flowers; in summer, I miss you amidst the chirping of cicadas; in autumn, I reflect on myself among the falling leaves; in winter, there are footprints left by you and me on the white snow, one line heading south, the other heading north...
Li Mo: Madam, could it be that she remembered wrongly? There are still one hundred and eighty-four days left until ten years. One day missing does not count.
Purpose: Urban emotional novel