It's spring again.
The flowers in Jiangnan are blooming very well this year, but I don't seem to have caught up with the good time, and the flowers have begun to wither.
Li Jin was just thinking when he suddenly felt someone standing behind him.
"Senior Brother", I heard his voice before I saw him.
Li Jin turned around and saw the man dressed in white standing under the peach tree. A breeze blew by, and the flowers fell and floated on the man's shoulders.
"Long time no see", his thin lips parted slightly, and the pleasant male voice reached Li Jin's ears.
He suddenly remembered a famous poem.
See you again in the season of falling flowers.
Intention: Spring comes out of dead trees