Under the cherry blossom trees, there was a faint whisper in the wind.
The petals scattered, lingered in the air for a long time, and finally fell feebly and turned into dust.
When the cherry blossoms fall, all that remains is loneliness.
The prosperity that once existed has long since passed away as its petals fall off.
The cherry blossoms are blooming on the tenth day. How can I cherish the beauty of walking around the flowers for thousands of days? The wind and rain last night brought bad luck to each other. Who can express this sorrow to man and heaven?
I can't bear to see the beautiful bones buried in the sand, and I will shed tears in my heart. His sentimental reminiscences of the past year have long since faded away.
Flowers dance with people, and people are drunk with flowers dancing in the wind.
It was a whisper among teenagers, and it seemed like a promise.
Dare I ask, who can bear to destroy this beautiful scenery?
[The original text is called King of Nets Sakurano. The hole was dug by Ah Xi when she was still young. Later I irresponsibly made 7 = =Now I'm watching it again. I think the article is well-conceived. It's just that some places are very childish and contradictory. And the brushstrokes were too immature at the time. Now I'm writing it again. There will be changes in many places. Friends who are interested can search for the original article in Jinjiang. Just don't spray me 233