Li Zhenyu had never thought that the night in the mountains was so beautiful. The sky was pure and transparent blue, and the clear brilliance of the moonlight filtered through the gauze-like white clouds. Around me, the fragrance of flowers and plants floated faintly, and in the distance came the sound of flowing water from the creek and the occasional cry of frogs. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, my mood became calm and peaceful, as if I was in a paradise.
Li Zhenyu was immersed in this beautiful scenery. For a long time, Shen Lingyun's cold voice like moonlight sounded in his ears, "The clouds are in the green mountains and the moon is in the sky." Shen Lingyun hugged his knees and looked up at the bright moon in the sky, "Have you heard of this poem? When I first heard this poem, I smiled and said to Chen Yue that this is really a good poem, because our names happened to be in the poem. But now I read it, one is in the green mountains and the other is in the sky. It turns out that we are not from the same place."
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She is the white clouds in the green mountains, he is the bright moon in the clear sky,
One is an ordinary mountain village teacher, the other is an outstanding rich kid,
their fate
Just a chance encounter, or a mutual understanding?