The Invincible Sunflower of the East Buries the Snow

The autumn wind blows and the red leaves dance. On the edge of the cliff, a young man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the stone tablet not far away. His blue eyes were infinitely tender, "The snow has been buried, where are the sunflowers?"... The breeze blows and the red leaves are flying. The young man sat on the ground, his slender hands brushing the strings, and the sound lingered. Red leaves were falling one after another, and in mid-air, one red and one blue, two larks danced gracefully. "The world of mortals is ridiculous, but infatuation is the most boring..." ... ... On the stone tablet, it is clearly engraved, "When the sun rises in the east, I am the only one who is undefeated." ... ... Sunflowers bury snow, they depend on each other and never leave...