It is limited to 500 words and has fifty strings for no reason. Each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
Pearls in the vicissitudes of life have tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
What is love? He never knew. He knew they were good to him, but he didn't know why. Because he didn't know how to love.
Love is love, liking is liking, someone once told him so, but he didn't know what the difference was.
It will be sad when you lose it, but so what!