Under the peach blossom tree, the man's white hand held a spoon and slowly poured water on the roots of the peach blossom tree, watering it carefully like a lover. A breeze blew by, and the peach blossom tree lifted its pale pink petals. The flowers fell and fell on the man's head. The man reached out to catch the falling petals under the tree, sighing in a low voice, with a deep nostalgia for the past.
"On this day last year, in this gate,
The peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red.
I don't know where the human face is going,
The peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze. "
The man murmured repeatedly under the tree, stroking his tears with his sleeves.
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