Chen Nuonanyan

On an autumn night, the October wind stirs the first yellow leaves on the branches. Beside the moat, the slightly desolate camphor trees sigh for someone's death. Chen Yinuo understood that what he could not go back to was the braised pork chop that the waiter Xiao Erqing had secretly given to her when he met her at a quiet place at the back door of Shishi Restaurant in Chengqian Village. It was the small courtyard in Yunding that year, and it was Xiyun holding a candle, separated by a curtain from Nangong Yan. It was at the edge of Yu Lake on Fuyuan Mountain, when the Sword of Resentment penetrated my heart, I felt relieved. The autumn rain is slightly cool, but in my dream, there have been colorful fallen flowers. I wonder if the young man in the restaurant has found the girl he loves.