I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.

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The truth and falsehood of history are like a little girl, always changing her own appearance and even her own voice in the world. It starts to stop being real and becomes illusory.

Walking in the misty and rainy Jiangnan, a thin layer of alienated smoke hangs over the town. The simple buildings with white walls and black tiles are like undressed girls, standing gracefully by the river. The light ink sky blends with the jagged stone arch bridges, and the slightly turbid river water ripples gently. A sad-looking awning boat floats aimlessly on the river. Blurred, like a drop of ink gradually penetrating rice paper, everything...

I inadvertently thought of the long-legendary story - "The Legend of the White Snake". The story of White Snake is familiar to everyone. The origin of a beautiful love story is just an oil umbrella.

Also in a misty and rainy Jiangnan, an infatuated love affair with a white snake also happened here. But in this seemingly reunion ending, the first person to betray was Xu Xian, who made his wife drink realgar wine. A man attacked a woman who loved him. Even in the end, the white snake still loved him, but he peeled off the skin of the white snake and made it into an umbrella canopy, and took out her keel to make umbrella ribs...

Perhaps here, fairy tales are not so simple, and perhaps the voices of legends are not so beautiful...

Walking in the ancient town of Jiangnan in the mist and rain, I found that it was so real and yet so hazy, so kind and friendly. So strange. Listening to the patter of raindrops on the umbrella, I seemed to hear someone singing something in the distance. I could only hear some intermittent parts, but I didn't know if the soul of the white snake was still here. , crying waiting for her sweetheart.

Just like what is said in "Ten years of life and death...if you don't think about it, you will never forget it." If you don’t know each other, you don’t know each other. If you don’t know each other, you won’t miss each other..."

Legends are part of history. They are not necessarily so true. They are both true and false. Maybe this is the voice of history. It is not always that true. As beautiful as it is, it also has another side. The same is true in the Legend of White Snake.

Maybe in this world, things are not necessarily beautiful, they also have their own two sides. Sometimes what I see is not necessarily completely correct. It is more important to believe in yourself than to believe in others.

Maybe this is the voice of history that I heard. It may not be true, but it is still true. Very important.