Zhaohua is fleeting, time flies, the time gradually disappears, but the memories never fade away. Like flowers and beautiful families, years pass by like a fleeting time. When I think about it, when I look back, the past is already a flash of glitz and desolation for half a lifetime. In our lifetime, we will meet each other on a narrow road, and we will not be able to escape. Suddenly, tangled curves will grow on the palms of our hands. In the best of times, we meet, never leave, cling to each other, and sit and watch the clouds roll and relax.
Conception: