"Xiongzhou is lined with fog, and the stars are galloping. It means that the buildings in Hongzhou are arranged like clouds and mist, and the heroes on the ground are as numerous as the stars galloping in the sky. Xu Yicheng rarely listened carefully when he was in ancient literature class, but he happened to hear this sentence, and he will remember it deeply for the rest of his life."
Yang Erhuo looked at him and asked with his big eyes, "Tell me, what does the old man mean by bossing around in class?"
"That's how I treat you every day." Xu Yicheng rolled his eyes at him.
"Preference?"
Xiao Xu ignored him.
For many years after that, he saw the moon many times alone, but none could compare with the moon that year.
In his memory, the moon that year was always round.
The evening breeze in the small town blew quietly.
Those pasts, those mountains and seas that are difficult to calm down, those silent departures and confessions, those futures that can be deduced at a certain moment in the past, all happened and ended in Liucheng.
They met in that hot and noisy summer, passing mountains and rivers, but the journey was already far away.
The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
————Xu Yicheng x Yang Xingchi
Purpose: Commemorate the past
