"The Qingming Festival sends off the Fengyue, and the Yangyang rides on the gentle breeze."
When Liu Qingyan first met Shen Linxi, the cardamom girl applied makeup and tied her long hair up with a hairpin. She hid under the table and ate cakes secretly, with tiny bits of crumbs still left in the corners of her mouth.
When we met again after a thousand years, the sun was hot and dazzling, shining directly through the gaps between the branches and green leaves. The girl was like a bright spring, wearing a loose school uniform, and her smile was like the lingering spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Liu Qingyan tried to touch her, but what he met was her surprised look on her face. People chattering around her passed by, as if she was the only one who saw her.
Suddenly, Liu Qingyan was shocked to realize that she had a new name, Cheng Zhiyi
Waiting for a thousand years just to see her, suddenly looking back, everything has changed.
"Who are you? Do we know each other?"
"My name is Shen Yizhou"
"Maybe we have never met, but I have known you thousands of years ago."
The titles of the articles all come from famous poems and use a wide range of topics.
Intention: This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time
