My favorite pomegranate flower blooms in full bloom on every tree in May and June.
But the flower in my heart has not yet opened.
Maybe the flowering period has passed, maybe the yellow sand in the sky can't wait for the spring breeze.
Later, she stood on the city wall, her clothes blown up by the wind, like flowers falling in the capital in the old days.
The wind comes from afar, bringing with it the coolness of the border.
She suddenly remembered that that year, she heard someone read——
The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass
