Time is late, lonely and poor, life flies, the years are gone, and the journey of immortality is tweaking, but with a period of twilight rain and red dust, looking forward to a meeting of mountains and rivers, after all, it is a gathering and scattering in a hurry. After a long search, but waiting: "I'm sorry, my heart is about the common people, and the love of children is too luxurious for me." Turning around, an encounter resumed: "All beings are ants to me, only you!" I would like to protect it with my life. " ...... I wrote this book very seriously, probably I have defined the plot outline, I want to write a novel that can make people have endless memories of love, a novel that sighs about life, and a novel with affection and righteousness, on par with the classics!