The fragrance of Handan, the sale of emerald leaves, the west wind, the sorrow of green waves.

in the Empress Dowager's Chonghua palace, we simply finished our lunch and came out near evening. We abandoned the golden chariot and many attendants. Qin Ge and I walked through the forest full of autumn like ordinary lovers hand in hand.

the fragrant fragrance of cassia seed drifts into the nose, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The white petals fall down with the red maple.

"don't move..." Qin song suddenly stopped walking and took a piece of Osmanthus petals from my temples and put them on the palm of my hand....