After many years of separation, Zhao Jinghuan returned to the town where he first met. The flowering season of Mandala came quietly, and the fragrance filled the mountains and fields, lingering in the whole Jiangnan. The time in the memory was passing by in spots. The boy in the white shirt stood under the old locust tree, facing the summer wind in June, and walked slowly. The hair on his forehead brushed the corners of his tearful eyes, and he said: Hello Zhao Jinghuan! My name is Yi Tongran...
Don't say that the years are very long, but they are not as long as separation and shengxiao
Baiyun in Shangguan Village
Rain in Xiaguan Village
You are in front, I am behind
We meet by chance, migratory birds return to their nests, year after year, it's still you after all!
I'm surprised and happy when I first meet you, but I'm also stunned after a long time.
May we spend the rest of our lives together
Concept: Childhood sweetheart chasing his wife at the crematorium