The sound of distant drums is heard, and the memory is like the dazzling corner of the shadowy wall at noon, beautiful and sad; like the swaying skirt under the floor-length cheongsam, it is a bit charming, but it is also very anxious. Let's lift up this sleeping bead curtain and look at the love and hatred of the wandering people in those years. Quiet, like late spring rain and a slight chill; Silent, like a solitary crow on a midwinter night.
Intention: To determine a little warm love for a lifetime in the confused and difficult years.