In the early spring of March that year, the orioles sang and the swallows danced, a hundred flowers bloomed, the willow trees were green, and the peach blossoms were red.
She stood on the bank of the Jiangnan River, wearing a yellow shirt, with lowered eyebrows and a light smile. Suddenly she looked at him on the other side of the river. The breeze blew by, and she smiled sweetly, her lips pursed with the shyness of a girl waiting to speak.
At that time, he stood under the willow tree and suddenly felt that he was lucky enough to have spring and flowers blooming.
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