On the left is a door edged with wood
Please push away and go in
Are you in
Please smile and respond to the hostess's greetings
Through the master bedroom
Come to the open yard behind the house
Are you in the yard
I like it here
Quiet and fresh
This used to be the house of the emperor's calligraphers
Sit down somewhere
You can have a cup of jasmine tea
I like jasmine tablets that are slightly bitter
Looking at those green tea leaves by hot water brewing open, stretch, rise
Then slowly precipitate to the bottom of the cup
Is the story you just heard ordinary and can't be any more ordinary
If you change a heroine, do you think her fate will be different
And your story, stranger
Many days later
I've been thinking about that moment
It's like a threshold that I can't cross
Whenever that moment comes to mind
I think of that old woman
The Pearl of old Beijing that scares me
Of course, it's just my own fear
It's my curse on myself
Although it happened in imagination
What happened will be carved into a special shape with the years
A shape that I love
When people store the past
They tend to magnify the pain they once felt, but the happy memories become blurred
And when I'm alone
I prefer to miss the past that makes me forget loneliness and sadness
Those moments that moved me and made me happy
I don't know why I always think of the old man who wrote on boards, stone walls and bricks
Think of his words washed clean by the rain
All people's love is like the old man's words written on the board
Come and fly like the wind
As if nothing had happened
Yes, that's the time that goes with the wind
Love written in the wind
I have to go
Of course you can stay here
Tea is a cup of fragrant slices
Maybe you can tell me your story next time
Just like today I tell you my own story
It's hard to find a bosom friend, perhaps just because you are a stranger
Take care of yourself, OK
bye!
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