If you don't go to the east mountain for a long time, the roses will bloom several times.
The white clouds are still scattered, who will the bright moon fall on?
——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Two Poems on Recalling Dongshan (Part 1)"
"The only thing I remember is the complicated red rose flower wrapped around my hand..."
There was an inexplicable bitter taste, and the girl on the couch rushed out of the room without even caring about her long hair, messy clothes, and loose clothes.
The roses on the branches, one white and one red, are in full bloom...
(The story inspired by a sentence that stands out is a sequel to a novel I wrote before. [First published, then passed down, then prequel, etc. Do you think you are a lotus lantern?]