The fallen flower man is independent, and the tiny swift bird flies together.
I only go to Beicheng to miss my old friends.
The young man from that city has gone far away.
The red thread is like a streak of blue silk, like water spongy hair.
A cool smile, as pale as pear blossoms.
If you keep cutting, the reasoning will remain chaotic. If you are entangled, who is obsessed with it?