The spring breeze cannot lift the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by.
The spring breeze blows slowly at this moment, and the sky is full of flames the next moment; the dreams are prosperous at this moment, and the yellow beam is half pillowed at the next moment. Sighing at this world is like a loneliness like smoke and drizzle. She was ups and downs in this complicated world, watching the wind and rain blowing away the flower stamens, the decaying grass all over the sky, and the flying plum blossoms in the night... He meandered alone among the flowers, watching the golden powder on the empty beams, and the fragrant swallows in their nests, but he was independent in the wind, solitary and persistent...
Do you know, falling in love with you is the most beautiful mistake in my life.