Love Like Cherry Blossoms
by Liu Ye
About This Novel
There is my laughter under the green grass and fragrant poplars, and there is my sadness in the wind and rain of falling flowers. The bright pink and delicate red, the flying white snow, never stop painting and writing. But I still say that I love autumn the most all year round! Like the language of love, there is no reason to like. Maybe the reasons are everywhere. If I tell you, I will miss something or miss something. So I will not say the reason. I will only tell the memories and feelings in my heart when the season I like is gone again, in the season of waiting, and indulge in the boundless yellowness. I don't look to the sky, my heart never flies far away, I just pay all my attention to the yellow trees all over the ground and branches. Perhaps, at this moment, I have simply abbreviated myself to that boundless yellow point, giving up my direction in the yellow sea, just wanting to dissolve, melting into the sea, silently, no longer attracting attention, no longer having affectionate desire, and no longer having the ability to think.
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