I like the rain in the rainy season, no matter what season it is. I like it just to grow more relaxedly on the high branches of the dead tree that is turning into spring, and then happily and calmly sway on the green branches and leaves in the wind, cheering and blooming quietly. I looked at you seriously like a stamen, and worked diligently. When I got up in the morning, I felt a little bored in the thick fog. When I looked out the window, I saw a huge white lotus, which had withered, and there were sharp umbrellas on the petals.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
