When he was five years old, he stuffed the greenest plum into his mouth and frowned with soreness. When she was six years old, he stuffed the candy bunny into her palm.
At the age of fourteen, she married him. The happy candle burns high.
At the age of sixteen, he crossed the Yangtze River into Sichuan, crossed Yanlidui, and went to the place where nine out of ten ships would never return.
She said: "I'll wait for you."
She waited for one year, two years, three years, four years, five years, six years.
She brews a jar of wine every year and has a word engraved on the bottom of the jar.
In the sixth year, six jars of wine, six words:
"Waiting for a drink when you come back."
She buried his letter under the plum tree. She put on the silver hairpin again and again. She stood at Wangjiangjitou for countless evenings, watching the river flow eastward and thousands of sails passing by.
Mid-Autumn Festival night of the sixth year.
There were footsteps behind him.
"I'm back."
Adapted from Li Bai's "Changgan Xing".
Childhood sweethearts, waiting for six years, staying together for a lifetime.
The green plums are ripe, but you haven't come back yet. But I know you will come back.
Intention: Childhood sweethearts, live up to their expectations, wait for six years, and grow old together.