The apricot blossoms are haggard and the cuckoos are crowing, but spring returns helplessly.
Everyone knows that she is the female Zhuge who dominates the business world, but who knows the weight of the word "love" in her heart;
This half of life lasts but a moment. When I dream back at midnight, do I think about the frail scholar who painted pictures for her, or the handsome man who accompanies her throughout the world?