The Ancient Moon Is Like Water

Flowers fall away year after year, winter wind blows again year after year, spring is the same year after year, and people pass away year after year. I want to reminisce and notice how many smiles, tears, sorrows and joys were buried in the autumn wind all night long. Another scene of birds chirping, the beauty remains the same, and the willow stream by the lake becomes a memory. The dawn cries and the dream falls, I put on my clothes and watch the drizzle, bit by bit, bit by bit, the world is changing again. Yang Guyue, Li Yulin, Jiang Yilei, Su Fan, the stories of several people, the sadness of youth...