The breeze is rippling, and the snow-white pear blossoms are blooming all over the ground. The corners of the beauty's mouth under the pear blossom tree are slightly raised, and there is a wisp of pear fragrance. It is erratic, agile, and otherworldly. Looking at the flying clouds in the sky, I thought I was carefree, but I didn't expect that the clouds can never fly out of the blue sky, and the pear blossoms always bloom in spring.
Many years later, when I think back to that time, that stunning glimpse is only fixed in the memory of the fragrant pear blossom, but it has surpassed countless others in the world.
I will never forget you in this life, and I will find you in the next life.