The Wind Hits the Evening Cherry Blossoms

She is like a withered cherry blossom tree, silent on the top of the cold snow mountain, letting time flow into a river without caring. And his arrival seemed like warm sunshine, causing her to bloom into a stunning worldly beauty—— Many years later, she stood at the end of the bustling city and looked back, dressed in rich clothes, and suddenly saw his clean and delicate face, smiling and crying at her—— She remembered asking him why the chirping of the cicadas had finally fallen silent; But he smiled for no reason: "That was the noisy and stubborn life of a tree, gradually passing away in the lingering summer."