The Story of Guerjing

In the past, the carriages and horses were very slow, the journey was long, only enough to love one person, and the rhythm was very slow and steady. This is a happy era, but also a sad era. I want to slow down. In spring, the spring breeze caresses the willow bank; in summer, I quietly watch the green lotus flowers touching the sky; in autumn, I look at the mountains full of yellow leaves; in winter, I listen to the sound of falling snow. This is a book about leisure life, a secret word waiting for flowers to bloom, and a silent passage of time.