The flowers blooming on the street attract your attention, but you will never regret it in the abyss.
She said she didn't like plum blossoms because they were too bitter. I don't like peach blossoms, they are too delicate. Pear blossoms are also good, neither tough nor pitiful.
He said he didn't like drinking because it was too pungent. I don't like drinking water, it's too light. Drinking tea may be good, but it is both sweet and bitter.
That year, flowers bloomed in March on the outskirts of the city, and flower-viewers met tea-drinkers. As the spring breeze blew down the fallen flowers, the flower-viewer asked, "Who are you?"
Answer: "Your surname is Ansheng."
The flower-viewer said: "Would you like to be Mr. Gu?"
The tea drinker said: "Why don't you want to?"
The frost and snow blowing all over my head can be considered a white head, but I wonder if the pear blossoms can also be considered.