"You are like a rock, and I am like pampas grass.
The pampas grass is like silk, and the rock has no shifting. "
When Lanzhi, who is now an old woman, heard her grandchildren reciting poems, she remembered that An Boyin had also read this poem to someone.
From an orphan girl in exile to the noble lady of Yipingaoming
Love, hate, and hatred are all in the past
She is left to chew the bitter, spicy, sweet and sour journey for the rest of her life.
Not pure love
A little idea
Intent: The growth path of a girl from the lower class of feudal society