I watched you coming from a distance, and the red clouds of the setting sun still lingered on the beautiful scenery of the horizon. Your beautiful face was stunning in the red clouds. I have thousands of ways to greet you, Chinese style, Western style, beautiful in the East, gorgeous in the West, but when I exported it, it turned into a contemptuous sick man of East Asia.
Fortunately, you are not a serious and rigid Chinese. You tilted your head and smiled softly: Yes, I am indeed not in good health.
This smile cast off the light and made the young man's heart red.