From meeting Shang Yongxian to parting, Shang Shan was worried all night, a dim lamp was lit in the house, and seeing the faint light source, she could gradually feel at ease, but she had a dream.

Hometown Yao, when to go...

The Su curtain is covered in a dream and turns a thousand times, as if I heard a certain immature voice reciting it over and over again, the early sun on the leaves is dry and rainy, the water surface is clear, and the wind lifts one by one, and it seems to see my once young self, describing this poem one by one.

Father is a Chinese teacher, she has been around since childhood, she remembers the courtyard of the home, a night of light rain, the first sun blooms, the last lotus leaves in the yard, the water droplets are shiny, little by little is steamed dry, the green sleep is clear and moist and shining with golden light, a lotus leaf such as holding a jasper umbrella, standing out of the water, beautiful, my father said that it is in response to the sentence: the leaves on the early sun dry rain, the water surface is clear, one by one the wind lifts.

She can memorize this poem at the age of three, and she can copy it at the age of five, but all the happiness of youth is gradually fading away at the age of seven, in October of that year, when the lotus flowers are first blooming, she has just finished her birthday, she was sent back to her hometown, and her grandmother lived, her father said that he would come to pick her up soon, she was ignorant at the time, and did not understand what it meant,

She spent her young years in Wuzhen, the granite paved promenade and the canopy boat, this small place built by the water, by the water and the city, carried all her memories, every time she sat on the stone chair of the promenade, looking at the back and forth of the awning boat, only hoped that there was a one to take her back to Jiaxing, so she looked forward to, her hometown is far away, when to go, her favorite word, has also become her homesick fate.

From short hair to long black straight, from young to young, but when her grandmother passed away, she was thirteen that year.

At Grandma's funeral, her father brought a six-year-old boy to her and told her, Sang-seon, this is your own brother Sang-yong-hyun.

Yongxian, Yongxian, brave and wise, strategic, his father pinned all his hopes on his younger brother, and she slowly learned that her parents were to give birth to her younger brother, and claimed that she was abducted by traffickers, I heard that her mother cried at that time, and the neighbors rushed to comfort her, in fact, she was sent back to her hometown by her parents, and this time it was six years, and even she couldn't tell whether her mother's tears were out of sadness or play.

After her grandmother's funeral, her father took her back to Jiaxing, which was originally her hope for many years, but when she stepped into the house again, she slowly felt that she was out of place in this family.

Yongxian just went to elementary school, as soon as school ended, he liked to jump on his father's body to hug, his father's face was often filled with a happy and joyful smile, she often remembered her appearance when she was a child, and her voice was milky in her father's arms, listening to his rich voice, and reciting Tang poems and Song lyrics over and over again.

Yongxian asked for toys, and his father followed him, even if he wanted the stars in the sky, he couldn't wait to pick them for him.

Father wanted Yongxian to read more and practice calligraphy, and there was Yan Ruyu in the book, and he had his own golden house, but Yongxian was short-tempered and couldn't calm down, so her father told her that Yongxian was a younger brother and she was an older sister, and she wanted to help him and love him well, but she only wanted her father to pay attention to it in her young heart.

So, she kept reading, kept practicing calligraphy, and had a poetry and calligraphy spirit, and at 14 o'clock, she won the championship in the poetry conference and calligraphy competition.

She hurriedly ran home with interest, holding the golden certificate, and wanted to hand it to her father as if she wanted to invite merit, but Yongxian ran to snatch the certificate curiously, left and right, and her father followed him, only Yongxian in her eyes, her eyes were wet, for this certificate, no, it was for her father's praise, she worked day and night, and put in too much effort.