Zhongdao has lost more than a few books and articles. Seeing the ashes melting together, making it impossible to tell the difference between you and me, Liu Chan thought, this is good.
Later, when the Autumn Festival was approaching, he finally returned to his old General Zuo's Mansion. I don't know when a field of wild flowers bloomed beside the pond where he loved to go when he was a child. The lingering afternoon light lingers on the petals, deep and shallow, as if telling the story of the most beautiful years.
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