The empty court is silent, spring is late, and it is slightly cold. He pulled out his hairpin and drank heavily, his eyes were like a fountain of tears. There is a lonely figure on the screen, weeping to the old willow tree in Jincheng, and my thoughts have not yet fallen asleep. On a cold rainy night in the Red Mansion, I dare not recall the past.
In the eyes of future generations, they were a loving couple that was envied by everyone, but who knew how sad they were back then.
Looking back, yesterday was gentle. Spanning three hundred years of time and space, just to accompany you through a long life.