Long Night in Linchuan

The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. I thought my father died in an accident, but later I discovered that his death had been hidden, and the only teacher around me who knew the truth, no one remembered his name after a certain day. He left me a notebook with the words on the title page: Tell the truth to those who can understand. I looked at the river and wrote down the things that have not been recorded. The night has no end, but some people light up lights just to see each other.