The crane leaves the green mountains, but there are no peach blossoms.
After so many years, time has already crawled all over Xu Chun's face. When he visits his old place again, the yellowed letter tells the story of his deep feelings.
"Xu Chun, don't think about it."
"Ah Chun, wish you well."
Intention: When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.