In another life, I read Guan Ju, Yan, Qiao Mu, and so far I have read the loneliness of the south.
Old friends meet again, the past is forgotten and no one cares about it
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The flowers in front of the garden are still there, but the old swallows don't come.
The trees are defeated and the branches are falling.
Everything is hidden in the smoke and dust, covering up all the long absence and the long coming.
Intention: Flowers bloom and fade in two lifetimes, and people come and go.