Song Jingyuan waits: for spring, for summer, for autumn, for winter, for the magnolias to bloom, for him to return.
Wu Chen looks back once amid the endless sea of people. In that moment, she decides to love him, from the fervor of youth until her hair turns white.
He comes wrapped in the wind and snow of Beijing and knocks on her door. Almost instantly, her eyes fill with tears.
She has no way of knowing that what she thinks is their first meeting is, to him, a reunion.
Time has traveled too far, and the world has changed beyond recognition in its wake.
"I understand your ambitions, and I believe in your character. Go. I'll wait for you to come back and marry me."
"My love is pure and devoted, for my country and for her alone."
"Generation after generation, humanity goes on without end; year after year, the river moon looks much the same. One generation comes, another goes, and the sun rises as always. Follow your heart, and leave no regrets."
"Even ordinary people among the countless souls of this world have steadfast beliefs in their hearts."
"Honor and disgrace, life and death, all are fated."
"Love comes from the heart, regardless of what others think."
"You choose your country, and I choose you. You love your motherland, so I'll love you on its behalf."
"Wu Chen, in your next life, become a great tree. Stand for eternity, without a sorrowful pose. Half of you rests peacefully in the earth, half soars in the sky; half lies in the cold shadows, half bathes in sunlight."
Born between heaven and earth and living amid the mortal world, one should be like the joyful sun, with light in one's heart. This is what he yearns for, and what she wishes for too.
He left with a red flower pinned to him and returned draped in the national flag.
The avalanche buried the young man's burning love and noble ideals beneath its endless snow, leaving only desolation for thousands of miles.
Theme: Childhood sweethearts, mutual devotion, and love for the world
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I really like Wu Chen written by my wife, it feels like a sweet story about the tender years.