In June, the green willows are floating in the early summer, and the sunshine is as gentle as catkins.
In October, the autumn colors are as red as fire, and the blood of the setting sun blends into the bones and blood.
In December, the winter comes and snow falls, submerging the world and forgetting oneself.
In April, I take off my warm clothes and wear light clothes, ride a horse and step on the green grass with whip.
That year, she was just the prince lying on the grass taking a lazy nap in the sun. Just one glance could tell that he was unruly.
That year, when he was boating on the lake, he just threw away the wall that had been touched by others. It was worth a lot of money, but he didn't feel it was a pity.
But who knew that this unrelated scene would affect a whole generation of people.