There was a man in the yard holding a large bouquet of flowers with his head lowered and silent.
The right hand gently pulled out the white lily of the valley surrounded by dark red velvet roses, as if afraid of damaging it.
"It is said that Lily of the Valley is unassuming and hidden in gentleness, but he who likes it the most is lively and cute. I feel that he has nothing to do with it at all."
The person standing by stared at the white lily of the valley that looked like a small bell in his hand. He raised his arm slightly and touched the man: "Tell me, is the moon particularly round tonight?"
Finally, he was willing to look away from Bai Lili because of these words, and looked up at the moon. The moon is round and bright, and the moonlight is slowly spread like silvery white gauze, giving everything a halo of vagueness.
After a long time, he finally spoke.
"No... I don't think it's round at all."
Intention: Everyone has seen the grandest consummation, but only he knows that his moon is silently and forever missing a corner.