Opening the yellowed memoir, the beautiful scenery of the past was vividly on the paper. She gently brushed away the smoke and dust on the paper, and secretly sighed that the leaves withered and the flowers fell. It was just when the moon was waxing and waning, the long-closed wooden door was pushed open, and the fragrance of apricots wafted leisurely The deep, hoarse soft voice of the person in front of her awakened her deep...