Apricot flowers are bright red when in bud, pink and tender at first, and then pink and white. Like love, it is profound when you are ignorant, sweet and comfortable when you appreciate it, and it is peaceful when you love it. When a boy and a girl meet when the apricot blossoms are about to bloom, it is profound and profound. Maybe today's relationship is shallow, but tomorrow's apricot blossoms will still be the same, just more beautiful, I promise to be more beautiful.