Mu Qingshu, the Marquis of Ruyang, once wrote a poem when he was appreciating pear blossoms: "We drank together under the pear tree, with pear blossoms on our heads. The fragrance comes from the jade tree, and the white discussion is filled with gold. ..."
The boy stood under the old pear tree and waited.
In a blink of an eye, snow-white pear blossoms fell all over the ground.
"When I turned around, she was no longer here."
The feeling on that nameless day touches my heart, like the faint fragrance of flowers, planted like bone marrow,
It can never be dissipated.