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She is the soul of the pear blossom. She has waited for a thousand years, how many cold moon nights, how many lonely autumns, but only one season is given to her every year.
In late spring, when the flowers are flying and fading, the lakeside is her destination and her destiny.
A thousand years ago, by the Kunming Lake, a scholar, with a pen and a piece of paper, drew the entire Kunming Lake elegantly, but he could not remove a little bit of the sorrow of failing the exam after ten years of hard work. Standing on the shore of the lake, the wind blew the corners of his snow-white clothes, his eyes were like a cold pool, staring at the messy smoke waves, his heart was getting closer to exhaustion little by little.
The rising sky lanterns on the other side awakened his lost strength and cheered up his lost spirit. He planted a small pear tree by the lake and made a decision: four years later, when the pear blossoms are blooming, it is time to come back.
Four years have passed, and she has become conscious. She deeply remembers his appearance, and that determined look in his eyes is like the annual rings on her body, a mark that will never be forgotten. In this season, flowers are like jade, and she is waiting for his return.