I live in a small town in Jiangnan.
Misty rain enters the south of the Yangtze River, and the mountains and rivers are dyed like ink.
Green bricks, black tiles, green branches, pink-faced red flowers and purple rhododendrons.
On that day, the town was as usual, drizzling and misty, like a fairyland, and raindrops fell on the azaleas beside the stone road. The sky was getting dark, and someone in a suit and leather shoes came up from the other end of the long street holding an umbrella. He stopped in front of me. I looked up and looked at his slender red eyes in confusion. He smiled and said:
"Finally found you, Jing Que."
Intention: Great love knows no bounds, small love is good for others