There must be no clue about the fate, but we met three times and spoke once.
Broken new plum blossoms, listening to the wind silently, on the top of the wall and under the willow tree, is a disciple.
Those who are Taoist make nonsense, those who are close to you believe it, those who are concerned are distracted, and those who are thoughtful use their heart.
It is inherently undetermined and difficult to evade. There is no unity at all, and each of them rubs off against each other.
If you want to ask about the love story of a young man, how about flying? Is it drizzling? Is Long Yue a star?
Magnolia should be like this in spring.