The sky street has fallen again and it rains all night long. I can see the shadow by the lanterns in the long night. The bright moon has been missing for a long time, and the flowers and rain all over the sky only make shadows.
A poem made this inevitable ending quietly look back. Those anger, stupidity, anger, resentment, joys and sorrows drifted away from me, blurred and disappeared. The only thing that was clear was the woman in green shirt holding an umbrella in the wind and rain, standing there gracefully. It's like waiting for an old friend to meet again; suddenly looking back, the pear trees full of pear blossoms fell in shock, but the gentleness on the lips was still as tolerant as before, so warm that it made people want to cry.
I want to use the same gentle and pleasant poem to describe her, that fairy in the Biluoyao Palace above the nine heavens, for whom did you come down to earth for?