"Tingzhou is covered with reeds and shallow streams in the cold sand. I've been to the South Tower again for twenty years..."
Seven-year-old Jiang Zaishui raised his hand and asked: "Sir, why is it the South Building? Not the North Building, the East Building and the West Building?"
The teacher, who was shaking his head, had never thought about this problem. He stroked his white beard and pondered for a moment, then sent the little girl: "I don't know, ask your mother."
My mother was sipping tea when she heard her daughter's chirping coming in with a headache.
After hearing the question, instead of talking about the allusion or the origin of the name, he smiled and talked about it.
"Nanny wants to know, so she goes and finds it herself."
Jiang Zaishui went to look for it himself.
She asked her brother, her senior brothers and sisters, and the thick ancient books in the library.
At the age of seventeen, she took her close friends and ran out of Yuexuan Temple, invited dragons and phoenixes as companions, and went to ask questions about the world.
She asked about the mourning ghosts in Tongcheng, about the princes and grandsons of Yongdu, about the common people in the foggy Li, and about the gods with eyes downcast on the red ground.
At the end of the question, she suddenly looked back.
Under the ten feet of soft mortal world, the world is turbulent like smoke, but there is only the South Tower.
There is only one south tower standing there, and it can be heard that things are different and people are different, but it is not the same as a young man wandering around.
The reason why it is called the South Tower is because what stands there is the South Tower.
A traveler from afar is like an old traveler.
Once you enter the mountains and rivers to be reborn, you can never look back.
Intention: Three thousand people fall into three thousand hometowns, fifty people fall into fifty joys and sorrows
