Fireworks bloom in March, and the grass grows and orioles fly. It's a great time for spring to bloom. Faced with such beautiful scenery, it is better to brew a pot of tea, sit among the flowers, sit down and have a good dream.
If the dream is not a dream, reality is not realistic either.
If the mortal world is not warm, your heart will also be uneasy.
If you exchange your heart for your heart and your love for your love, you will never be able to exchange for the happiness of remembering each other deeply.
So, what do you do when you are alone in the fleeting time?
Those wasted years, the wasted affection, and the let-down flying flowers, will they still stand there with joy and no regrets?
I think back then, when the world was trembling and the war swords were clanging, they were all people who came out of the depths of the story, and their whole life was gone in the blink of an eye.
It can be seen that life is really simple. Orioles compete in the warm trees, and flowers fly across the courtyard. A thousand years of time are just a few wind blows.