Remembering the Journey to the West in My Heart
——Please don't laugh at me
In the peach forest, peach blossoms were scattered. A young man in white closed his eyes and lay lazily on the boulder under the tree. The ground was covered with peach petals. The flowers were flying like a rain of flowers. The petals fell on the young man's long black hair, and the loose white clothes exposed his delicate collarbone. A man walked by, gently brushed the petals from the young man's face, lay beside the young man, half-hugged the young man, and the young man slightly opened his beautiful eyes. "Who are you?"