What kind of a fallen leaf in a hurry makes death so bright and calm. It's said that time is like a dream. I'm used to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze. My life story is the same, but I can't give up a beautiful meeting after all. The past is like a silent autumn red water, and time is just a plum blossom. Even if the water is exhausted, the mountain is poor, and the leaves are empty, the old years can still be graceful. Even though the years are hazy, we can still find the traces of the past.