[Note: Mo Feiyu, formerly known as Mo Qingxue, hereby declares this in order to avoid unnecessary disputes] The world is intoxicated by fireworks in March, and the drizzle turns into beaded curtains. The scenery beside the West Lake is infinite. The vast West Lake meets the sky, and the drizzle washes everything in the world. The figure in white clothes beside the bluestone bridge seems to be integrated with the sky and the earth. The slightly closed eyes and the profound but unparalleled handsome profile create a bit of poetry in the misty rain. A painting boat passes under the bridge, and that startling glimpse is destined to become an eternal bond.
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