Slow Life Journey·remaining Life

In the lonely March, the cherry blossoms begin to drift away... Every flower blooms and takes the place of another flower, so every bloom means that a little creature falls to the ground quietly and silently. The lonely cherry blossoms fell to the ground and made me sad. Every time they disappear, they maintain the author's heart. Facing such beautiful creatures, everything in nature seemed to have returned to tranquility at this moment. Some people built a beautiful siege with words, so some people were willing to approach him and walk into the beautiful city he built. There are also people who use words to express their souls. Their words are like cherry blossoms, which bloom and wither as soon as they bloom, and are sad when they wither. That kind of sentimental beauty should only appear in people's hearts, but there is no way to deal with it. Just like the fallen petals, there is no way to clean them up. Who sowed the seeds of spring, the hope of summer, and then turned into the golden color of autumn. Who shook down that cherry blossom tree? On every night when the moon hangs in the sky, it tells an unknown story... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.