See you again when the flowers are falling
The spring here is approaching, and it is an afternoon tea party where white life is scattered.
The plum blossoms are as colorful as rain, and someone's girl stands quietly.
The expression is quiet, the person is like jade, silently smearing the scenery of lakes and mountains, with a leisurely palm.
Standing upright and dressed in white, she is cold and proud.
Maybe, this is a girl with a story.
Who doesn't have many stories to tell?
[I will write down the scenery of my old home as gossip]
Who only complains that this palm is too small and cannot hold the world.
Who is looking forward to it so much, just waiting until white becomes red, and red fades into white.
No one seems to have taken a step first, both taking two and a half steps, one making a mistake.
Nowhere to recall, drunk and resentful of plum blossoms.
As winter passes and spring comes, I can only hear the sound of waking up.
When summer passes and autumn comes, only the white dew feels cold.
"Last night the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world."
"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi."
"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was in a dimly lit place."
Narrative version
Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart, everyone thought that she would be the "Mrs. Ximen" of Wanmei Villa ten years later.
After ten years of separation, the memory is mottled. Shortly after her return, Wanmei Villa became a wedding event for another woman.
The sky was far away and the waves were rolling. She had her hands in her sleeves, not resisting being sucked into the sticky whirlpool within a hundred miles.
A generation of sword gods stood on the top of the mountain, and the cold wind howled by.
Just keep going like this, okay?
Good.
I like Ximen Chuixue and there is no other reason to write this article.