I was melancholy for the short-lived splendor of the cherry blossoms, but I never thought that the forget-you-care grass really makes people forget their worries. That brief encounter is just like the blooming and falling of the cherry blossoms. It seems that before I have time to pick up a handful of petals, they have already turned red and turned into mud. It is only the residual fragrance that people cannot forget after all...
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