Pseudo weak attack
First acquaintance, the beginning of spring, everything takes root.
Goodbye, the cold winter is not over yet, and my heart is full of emotions.
I don't know who provoked whom, who seduced whom. I only know that in the season when the sweet-scented osmanthus first blooms, the two hearts are getting closer and closer.
Another time when everything takes root, it finally breaks through the double shackles of the mind and social concepts.
Finally, hold your hand.
Finally, the fragile catkins in the wind found their home.