Why, it will rain, because the sky is crying.
There is a photo engraved in my mind. Three girls are playing on a mountain path full of gardenias. One of them is named Mo Xinyu, one is named Yi Xiaoxing, and the last one is named Ye Guoguo. The fragrance of gardenias spreads for thousands of miles. Our friendship will be just like the fragrance of gardenias, and it will be equally fragrant when buried.
Conception: