I once heard that the ink left on the stone in Anqi produced beautiful peach blossoms. Occasionally, I have a feeling, and a man who is independent from the world appears in my mind. I thought, if I give him the peach blossom of old age, how many colors will the world change?
Whose young man in Mo is so charming? When the peach blossoms fade one day, will you still remember the woman who smiled sweetly under the flowers? She has counted your romantic affairs in detail, and she has never stopped in her life.