When the white moon was shining on the window, I was willing to turn off the lights and sit down for some silence. In this silence, suddenly, like an alarm bell, it came to my heart: " Isn't this my golden age? "So I touched the tablecloth, turned around and touched the edge of the wicker chair, then raised my hand in front of me, vaguely, but I recognized it as my own hand, and then I saw it. The thin window lattice went up. Yes, I am in Japan. Freedom and comfort, peace and ease, and the economy is not oppressive at all. This is really a golden age, but what a lonely golden age! Other people's golden age was spent with their wings spread out, but my golden age was spent in a cage. From then on, I thought of something else. It was wrong and not the right time to come to me. He is obviously not used to his own peace, so he loves this peace but is also afraid of it.

——Xiao Hong’s letter to Xiao Jun in Japan on November 19, 1936

I also watched "The Golden Age" a few days ago~~~The above is purely hand-made, source On the official WeChat of "Harvest" magazine. If you are satisfied, accept it~~~