In summer, under the towering big banyan tree, a girl in the blooming season stood peacefully under the tree, looking up devoutly. The amber cherry blossom petals in the hand are light milky white, mixed with a little light pink. Under the scorching sun, little bits of light shine through, looking warm and peaceful. Only the girl holding the amber knew that the amber was as cold as her heart. The girl slowly closed her eyes, held Amber against her heart, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "How can I make up for the chaos and the jokes of this life?" The girl squinted her eyes and looked at the sun, with a hint of helplessness on her lips. "In the next life, can I meet you and sort out my confused thoughts."
{This article is about male beauty, and the person in the text is indeed a girl. If you don't like it, don't come in. Those who smash bricks are exempted. I welcome suggestions. ｝