In the second year of Xuanqi, I sat on the top of Gaoyang Mountain and looked down. My eyes were full of green pines, which was very similar to the green color I had seen when I was sixteen years old when I hid in the gap in the rockery with my second brother in the imperial garden when I was hiding cats.
I squinted my eyes, and the sunlight flowed in through the cracks in my eyes, just like that day when you reached out and took me into your arms. From then on, you penetrated into my heart.
