"Nongdeng's alley" is narrow and long, and it is stepping on the bluestone roadway, stroking the ancient and rustic wall, which is covered with the moss marks of the years. The morning and the gongs and drums, the dynasty and the eve of the moon, the seasons of flying grass, the sedimentary pasts are like scattered flowers and drizzle, and like the light smoke, quietly fade away. In such an alley, will you also marry the girl who is holding a paper umbrella...