Dear, Mr. Lu said, memory is wonderful. Before it is put into writing, it is like a treasure, and it is vivid in the mind. Once it is turned into words, it will disappear and will never be remembered again. I believed it to be true. But why are the ripples and throbs of the past abandoned in the past?
Did the snowflakes falling under Mount Lushan and the waiting under Yanshui Pavilion become a different story that year?
What will happen three years later?