There is no gorgeous language modification, no lingering emotional fusion, but the rising and falling wheat waves, the mountain villages full of snow, and the birch forests in the spring and autumn form the background of this love story. The most touching finishing touch on the picture.
Love at first sight, deep-rooted love, life and death. Blue and white porcelain, old wells, window grilles, hairpins, everything is simple and pure. The two pieces of cloth you weave, the red of youth, faded into black and white with the passage of time, the white of mourning, accompanied me on my way home.
So I thought selfishly, on the day you die, you can weave a piece of cloth with your own hands and send me a long journey..
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