The phoenix is most happy to perch on the sycamore tree. When the phoenix flew away, Wutong was willing to stop its swinging leaves and wait for his return with peace of mind. The love of those years is phosphorescent in the depths of memory, floating in the left atrium. At least Ai Ru has been in love with Luan Tianxiang for so many years, very much. Willing to wait for him to come back.
The youthful years are as clear as crystal, emitting a unique light. We have spent our entire youth just to get back a red bean.
In those years when grass grows and orioles fly, I met the most beautiful boy, in the right place, with the right person, but it was not the best time.
Many years later, someone asked her if she regretted it. She is just like that innocent girl back then, her eyes are full of smiles, she has no regrets in her youth, as long as it is right, as long as she wants to, she must persevere, no matter how high or low the sky is, until the very last moment.
Just to commemorate the little things and secret loves of youth. Can we always love? If she is willing to be his Wutong, he will be her Phoenix. Birds dare not perch on the parasol tree, only to avoid the phoenix.