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This is a century-old scroll of a beautiful pear garden: at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, Danfeng, who was born in the father-in-law's family, and Feiyun, who came from a serious academic class, sang "Qing Qiu Yue" in Hankou, and a hazy and persistent love began between the two handsome young people. Many years later, their sons and daughters Bijun and Zisheng sang "Qingqiuyue" in Peking again, but that beautiful encounter was short-lived. With the fall of Peiping and the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, they were separated, they reunited, they separated, and they searched. The once vivid faces around them all turned into dust one by one. No one remembered that they had been here, cried, laughed, or fought hard. The spring of life has long passed, and only the yellow leaves flying all over the sky are left to tell people that autumn has arrived. What you love, what you hate, what you want to see, and what you don't want to see no longer exist. There is only a sigh: a few half-spring, a few cool autumns.