Past events are clouds and dust. Most anecdotes and anecdotes are nothing more than sad scenes, or joys and sorrows. Fleeting years change. At the end of each year, they are written into a small bamboo letter by the ink pen of Liuyan Xiling are the words in the text, the characters derived from the story between the lines, like those in the memory, surging and jumping in the lonely night, stirring up their thoughts