Aftertaste of Red Mansion

At the end of the song, people dispersed, the prosperity disappeared, leaving only desolation. With my remaining pen, I picked up the fragments of fragments scattered among the pages of the book, and pieced together the unfinished joys and sorrows of separation and separation. I don't dare to continue the classics, just to fulfill an old dream that haunts my heart. Let the figures of the Twelve Hairpins of Jinling come alive again in the pen and ink; Let the grievances and hatreds of the Jia family flow slowly in the text. The red dream has ended, but the aftertaste is long. I would like to use the square-inch words as a boat to revisit my hometown, taste the taste of the Red Mansion, and lay out the unexpressed thoughts one by one.