Qiao Xuan thought that he could only spend the rest of his life alone in the Jiangnan water town. He never thought that once he changed, it was just an encounter in Xinghualing, and he would still be entangled with An Wei for the rest of his life.
There are three miles of apricot blossoms, the wind and smoke are rising, and the breeze is reciting. You and I pass by each other, the wind blows warmly on our faces.
Ah Wei, someone is playing the flute late at night, is that you?
But the night is too late and I can't see you
It's okay, I'll come to you
Intention: green water and green mountains, old friends are always there