Xinyi is like snow, and the passion does not change every year.

When I was young, I encountered a wonderful couplet: carrying a tin pot, crossing the West Lake, the tin pot fell into the West Lake, what a pity, tin pot! I also witnessed a sweet love: in the sunshine, the boy picked Xinyi flowers and gave them to the girl named Xinyi. He smiled and read the second couplet: Holding Xinyi, thinking of Xinyi, Xinyi gives Xinyi, Xinyi, Xinyi. When I was young, I thought that by holding hands when the snow fell, we could grow old together. Later, they were all separated in time, living in a world of mortals, each with their own sorrows and joys.

Ten years later, the Xinyi flowers bloomed into a sea, and each one looked like a one-legged crane, standing alone on the top of the frost-covered branches. It was as if I heard her tell the story of Xin Yi again, saying her name but not his surname. But she said she had no regrets. She had sipped the sweetness of love in her good years and knew it was as sweet as honey. In the end, knowing that he was still well was enough. If you look back when your hair is gray, your eyes are still gentle, oh, my name was once so beautiful. Then I felt that separation was not just resentment, but could also be as warm and elegant as her.

Looking through the history of the Song Dynasty in my spare time, Mongolian cavalry traveled across the rivers and mountains, and Kang Wang Zhaogou fled to Mingzhou. He met a girl in the spring rain of apricot blossoms, met her and rescued her, and then got to know each other, fell in love, and depended on each other. Later, she was found by the palace servants and succeeded to the throne as Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty. Before leaving, he made a secret code to meet her and promised her a lifetime of glory and glory. Love is mostly a story without an ending. Many years later, the secret code of meeting spread all over the country. The girl who came to recognize him with the secret code was like thousands of wild flowers on the roadside in spring. He met them one by one, but after all, they were not her. Why doesn't she come? There is no way to know whether there is a beloved person or whether he is dead. There are only a few records in the history books, which only record that he issued a royal order, ordering all women in eastern Zhejiang to receive imperial congratulations. When they get married, they all wear phoenix crowns and harems, sit in dragon and phoenix sedans, officials meet, civil servants get off the sedan, and military attaches dismount.

This is a promise, no joke. She may no longer love him, avoid him, have all kinds of considerations, and be in trouble everywhere, but he still thinks that one day, with the sound of gongs and drums, in front of Liuchui Street, in the ten-mile red dress, among the dragon and phoenix sedan chairs, there will be a girl who will be his. Fengguan Xiapei happily married her beloved, even if it wasn't him. Even if we have no chance to meet each other, even if we are together like a cloud of smoke, I only hope that the sky is far apart, and the sweethearts will be safe for the rest of their lives, even if they are gradually drifting away.

Then I thought of Xin Yi for no reason. Since ancient times, love has been broken, mostly with complaints, and never seen again. Even if King Kang left, he would keep her safe here and protect her for the rest of her life. He can control life and death, but in the love story, he becomes a gentleman like Xin Yi. Even though there is no ending, it still makes people feel warm. When the flowers bloom, I dare to be crazy about you. When the flowers fly away, the fragrance still remains between my fingers, just like the love that still smiles when I think of it ten years later. That year, that month, that night, on the willow branches above the moon, someone once made an appointment with me after dusk. It was a good time, a good scenery, and a person who felt so good that I felt sorry for him.

The same cinnabar mole, the same white moonlight.

In Mingzhou in later generations, the craftsmanship of sedan chairs was second to none. Today, the museum still collects a Qiangong sedan, which records the story that although the sedan has turned yellow, it has never gone far.

Whether the melancholy mountain ghost "looked at him and smiled at the same time" that day didn't seem to be that important was whether he found the person he liked.

Just like if one day, I have to slap my hands to make the cold ink warm, use the tip of my pen to recall the lost love, when I look back, I hope you will still live in my eyebrows and my heart, and you will feel warm. That year , that month, that person, that last look.

——More than ten thousand years.