Ye Yin's youth is a magnificent elegy, with no beginning or ending. A hundred years later, she recalled her youth and the boy who smiled gracefully under the cherry blossom tree, and finally realized: life is like a play, everyone is his or her own protagonist; however, the person you identify with is not your protagonist; the person you thought would be with you for life is just a passer-by. Who can tell what's going on in the play? In a trance, the boy with a clear smile was walking towards her with a smile. The falling flowers were like a rain during the flower season, covering her eyes. When I stared again, there was no trace of my old friend in front of me; only a slight smile lingered in my ears...
An accident and a long-planned "porcelain accident" caused her to break into Ye Qingzhi's life by mistake. I still remember the beautiful spring day that year, when the flowers floated like rain, fell to the ground and turned into mud, then fluttered in the wind and fell all over my shoulders. The gentle boy was leaning under the cherry tree and reading a book. The scattered petals floated into the pages of the book. He stretched out his slender fingers and gently twisted the petals. In a blink of an eye, he smiled at Ye Yin and said, "Xiao Yin, come here." The gentleman on the road is as beautiful as jade. Whose beautiful girl does he envy? The man's picturesque eyebrows and charming posture are like yesterday's spring flowers that have never withered. But Ye Yin knew that it was just a mirror, which could only be viewed from a distance, not played with up close. She smiled lightly, but in the end she didn't take a step, but just looked at the man quietly, as if it was just a dream...