The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. The falling flowers are also intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless. No matter how much the fallen flowers are retained, the fragrance and beauty will be gone, and the flowing water will eventually roll away in the east. Everything is like a meteor passing by, but the hope is slim and everything will disappear.
The taste of childhood and the simplicity of the countryside have been recolored by mechanization, big cities, and the big dye vat of huge crowds of people. Light make-up and heavy application painted the peach face, red lips and soft knees. The original innocent innocence was abandoned in some corner, and the fragrance disappeared.
Gentle and reliable, a big brother who provides a shoulder when she cries, a defiant but considerate applauder, the son of a benefactor, who is her beloved after her enemies; what should she do if she loves or hates.
Adding years does not mean growing old; discarding ideals does not mean reaching old age. As time goes by, decline only affects the skin; abandoning enthusiasm will lead to decadence in the soul. She has dreams and she works hard for them. But in the end, she discovered that all her efforts were a move carefully planned by others. How should she choose? Is it to sell the mud, make waves, and take a vigorous revenge? Or is it to keep the flowers blooming, not to smell the running water, to remember it lightly, and to forget it...
He said: "When the mountain flowers are romantic, I will hold your hand again. At that time, the wind will remember the fragrance of a flower."
He said: "I say that I wish you happiness, but in my heart I hope that I am your happiness."
She said: "The world is like a chess game, and we are all just pawns."
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