Ten Years Under the Green Shirt Umbrella

In late spring in the south of the Yangtze River, a lingering drizzle brought back ten years of old dreams. In the sound of pipa at Huafang Pier, Shen Qingci heard the song "Breaking Willows" from his youth, and also bumped into the young man who had promised to "come back after studying and play the piano for you all my life." The green shirt is stained by the rain, the umbrella ribs are warm, and on the yellowed drawing paper, the figure of the little girl with buns is still as clear as yesterday. The farewell words in the light rain of apricot blossoms still ring in my ears, but the time spent waiting for the ferry has turned my temples white. When old tokens and unchanged hearts reunite, this belated encounter will eventually allow the tune of "Broken Willow" to continue its unfinished tenderness.