I am also a pedestrian again, and I will never forget that I have ever passed through this door. I missed my love last year, but that spring, except for the flowers blooming, it was not true.
Waiting for the misty rain to fade into the dusk, who is Feihong's old master? It is also called the melodious dust on the road. That spring, I and the spring breeze were in the wrong door.
Mo Yan leaned on the carved beauty, looking at a pool of spring water in the small courtyard, sipping the spring tea carefully, looking at the man beside her, feeling that time might have stopped breathing at this moment, and the world was so beautiful that it was unreal.
I've lost everything, but I'm lucky to have him by my side.