At that time, he was a down-and-out scholar and teacher, and she was the young lady of the Liu family, a wealthy family in Qinhuai. We felt like old friends at first sight and fell in love with each other again. He took her to fly kites by the lake and made bluebirds out of paper, getting higher and farther away.
On the green grass under the old locust tree, they cuddled up to each other, their fingers intertwined and linked tightly.
He lowered his eyebrows and said: "The agreement between life and death is broad, tell me about it with Zicheng."
She raised her eyes and responded: "Hold my hand and grow old together with you."
Then they looked at each other and smiled.
The so-called power that dominates the government and the public, the so-called wealth and glory are all gone. In the end, what I really remember, what is unforgettable, is still that one person and one relationship.
I was young at that time, and I didn't realize that sometimes a scene or a connection could last a lifetime.
This article was inspired by a short novel written by a friend. But it was completely different from her original intention. Hope you all like it. . .
(A friend asked me to change it into a full-length novel. What do you think?)
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