I have always been a flower lover.
I remember that after reading Xiao Ke's "Prairie", I was almost obsessed with the smell of green grass.
In my dreams, I always yearn for the knee-deep meadows all over the mountains and plains.
Under the sun, the breeze blows, bringing bursts of freshness.
The story begins in the sweaty summer and ends in the late summer when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms.
The heroine is a rural volunteer English teacher with a cherry blossom flavor.
The male protagonist is a volunteer doctor from a large hospital, and he has a strong smell of grass all over his body.
Probably the kind of person I like too.
In the hustle and bustle of the city, in the noisy environment, in the hot and humid air, you can still smile like crescent moons with your eyes.
Pure and clean and working hard regardless of the circumstances.
In other words, I actually envy such people.
Such a person is exactly what you see in his eyes.
The road you ran on brought with it a fresh smell of grass.
And the way you run over is always shining brightly.
Cherry blossoms are flying in the spring, cinnamon is fragrant in the summer, ginkgo trees are scattered in the autumn, and snow is white in the winter.
On the river, fish occasionally jump out of the waves.
The grass along the way is luxuriant and full of flowers.
Frogs croak and birds chirp.
In the darkness, there was silence.
On the island of love, no one survives.
This is a love story with a slightly pastoral flavor. There is little dialogue, and most of it consists of the psychological activities of the male and female protagonists. The story is very simple. Are you willing to listen to me patiently?