The ship sailed from Qizhou very late that day. She saw the sunset on the river from the window where she had seen him. The rose-colored glow was haloed by the clouds and dyed into the boundless river. She thought to herself that he had also burst into the dock of Qizhou suddenly like this, and he also had this magnificent sunset before his eyes.
At that time, there was a huge sea of people, and he and she were just two fishes swimming in the river, passing by each other among the turbulent worldly worries. He walked forward without looking back, but she dreamed of countless times wanting to go back to the riverside that day and ask his name from afar.
Total fiction, scum of history
Intention: Fist love can make people have a boat to cross the turbulent sea of life
